I was only the second guy she had ever had sex with.As soon as we were in the room she got on her knees and unbuckled my pants, slipping them down alo...g with my boxers and letting my thick cock pop free. Maintaining eye contact with me, she slowly lowered her wet mouth over my head and continued locking eyes with me while she started to slurp up and down on my cock, moaning with pleasure. She stopped every few bobs to tell me how horny she was, how hard my cock felt in her mouth, how much she. When I put my arm around her, she snuggled in closer than I expected and that was fine with me. We talked about things that strangers usually talk about; all the while my mind was creating images of Danielle going down on me as I ran my fingers through her gorgeous blonde hair. She was moaning and gulping on my cock, driving me to a quick climax. My cock was growing hard as I lived my fantasy and we danced close. Her perfume filled my nostrils and made my fantasy of her blowjob even more. "I'm an expert," said Harold, simply. "It's what I do, explaining howwould take too long and not mean a lot to you since I'd have to gettechnical."She nodded. She knew that the showgirls in Vegas had nicknamed Harry"Dr. Pygmalion." She'd had to ask the girl who told her that whoexactly was Pygmalion. Her answer had sounded romantic; a sculptor whowas so good his statue came to life and he fell in love with her. Alsothe original story from which "My Fair Lady" had been derived, she hadbeen. They won’t let me drink. I haven’t had a smoke in over a year. And sex is a distant memory. Jesus, just let me die.”I offered to put him out of my misery a couple of times.“I don’t want you to kill me! Just let me die.”“Well, would you get on with it then? I’m tired of listening to you bellyache about it.”Doctors estimate that Renie (Lorene) and I have about four months left to live. I believe that is based on their investigation of our finances and savings. Once we hit four more months, we’ll.