He pressed himself against me, forcing our bodies together, hard to my softness. Andrew’s hands were on my breasts, pulling the bra over them I felt...Rolfe behind me pressing from behind. Rolfe’s hands followed my body down to my pants, tried to pull against the belt. I was being crushed, finding it hard to breath, wanting more but needing to stop myself fainting. I pushed against Andrew, finally gasping in some air.In the moment our heads were parted, Rolfe picked me up and threw me on the bed.. She moaned even louder as her fingers ran through his hair. He felt her body start to shake as her orgasm approached. She grabbed his hair, pulling his face into her pussy; as she orgasmed he slid his tongue deep inside her, relishing her juices. She pushed him over onto his back and pulled off his towel, revealing his thick hard, throbbing cock. She placed a foot on either side of his hips, straddling him as she took the rock hard shaft in her hand. She guided it into her welcoming pussy as. When Ilsa was close to death, I told him I'd be scarce for a while, but I hadn't deserted him. He knew why I would be spending less time with him and he even visited with Ilsa some himself.He was a naturally cheerful boy who was determined to fight to the very end. I respected his courage and enjoyed his personality. We'd talk baseball, football and hockey. He knew the most arcane stats and had a new sports trivia question for me each time I'd visit.The chemotherapy was tough for him. It sapped. He moved his hand to the button on my shorts slowly to gauge my reaction. I gave none. Then he fumbled for a moment to undo them and I sucked my breath in to give him better movement and I knew this made me an accomplice. He undid the button and then the zip. He pulled the fly apart exposing the top of my underwear. I was hard and I realized he could tell by looking (maybe not but I thought so then and it made me feel exposed).He pulled my body closer to his so I was sitting upright firmly.