She had contracted the Plague. This was before the days of antibiotics, so she slipped away rapidly. As did her parents. Jill’s unmarried sister Kat... had been living with her parents, but following their death had nowhere to stay. John gallantly offered for Kate to stay with him, however he had no eyes for her. His thoughts were directed towards Jill, now lying in a grave a little way down the road, in the village cemetary. Each day he would walk up the narrow lane to the cemetary, and lay a. My pelvis jerked as my penis started to spasm strongly in her tight little fist. I panted and moaned as the contractions racked my burning penis, then I felt it fill with fluid.I began to ejaculate small droplets of clear semen with the third or fourth contraction. Her hand got wet and slimy but she didn't stop squeezing and milking me. I tried to make it last as long as I could, but it was still over far too quickly -- about seven or eight strong spasms and a few smaller ones. After that, I. ..why are you..." Jessica lifted her head from her son's delicious organ for only a second. She placed a single finger over his mouth. "Shhhhh. Don't talk, baby. Just let momma work her magic." Immediately after her mouth returned to the thick boycock in her hand. The taste was unreal – so sweet, and fresh and untouched. Her free hand moved to his balls, squeezing and kneading at the oversized sack and the fat globes inside. She'd never tasted anything it. She'd never held something so stiff. Un-beknown to him of course, was that I was resting, slightly d***k, but not out of it. Within the first ten minutes it was obvious to me, my companion in the back was feeling frisky, as he now held my head in his lap, and as my husband and front seat companion chatted, his hand was wandering casually over my prostrate body. At first he traced the outline of my breasts through my sweater, gently kneading when he had a handful. His head was back, as I assume he was pretending to sl**p for the.