He grabs the back of her head and starts shoving himself in and out of her mouth. The sensation overcoming everything else. He sees her eyes widen and...tears fill her eyes as she chokes on him. He doesn’t care. He thrusts in harder and faster, his hips bucking and becoming erratic. Her hands are on this thighs, and she is digging her nails into them trying to hold him back, but he cant stop. Her tongue, her mouth, the whole night overcomes him, and he mindlessly fucks her mouth without a care. A flicker of issues regarding morality, and the absolute decadency of what I had been imagining set in, but these concerns were of equal swiftness brushed aside. I couldn’t help but to want to - need to - envision myself naked with diminutive Jonas. Bear in mind that it was the first time in over two years that I wasn’t alone in bed. Though I had not consciously checked out his petite ass before, I had a strong urge to do so now. Although I wouldn’t, of course, do anything as brazen as pulling. ‘Alright,’ the cheerful voice of the old nurse told me as she walked in the room ‘today’s the day. Are you ready to start feeling a whole lot better?’ I wanted to yell at her to tone her chirpiness down a whole damn lot, but I didn’t. There was no need to get her down just because I felt like I’d been chewed up and shat out. I could handle jokes about death and despair, but happy cheerfulness really got me down. I got transported through a couple of ‘safe corridors’ that was supposed to be. I took her small overnight bag and a shopping bag she handed me, she took hold of my arm, and we walked casually into the hotel, through the lobby and down the corridor to the elevator. Once in the elevator, we enjoyed our first long kiss. We got off on the top floor and walked to my room. Once in the room, Nancy reached into the shopping bag and produced a candle, two stemmed glasses and a bottle of chilled white wine. We talked casually about this and that while sipping our wine and enjoying.