I tell her to put her hands behind her back. She looks up at me pleadingly and says, "Why?" I tell her because I'm gonna fuck her pretty little mouth.... She looks afraid and says, "Be gentle, okay?" I tell her not to worry as I grab her hair with one hand and slowly push my cock into her mouth. Her eyes water as I go deeper and deeper until I'm inside her throat. She gags as I slowly fuck her mouth. When we have a nice rhythm, I put my other hand on the back of her head and thrust harder and. She took me to her newsroom that afternoon and introduced me to everyone. At night we'd take long walks together and sit up talking for hours, chattering about everything you could possibly think of.And every night, no matter how much I tried to force my mind away from it, I would lay there in my bed masturbating to that visage of Francesca standing there bare-breasted in the kitchen, fantasizing about it in the way you do when you're younger, not really doing anything physical with the object. ."The warmth of his hand suddenly left her breast, and his cock withdrew from her pussy as he stood up and stepped back. She was so deeply into the throes of her arousal that she didn't realize for a moment that he had stopped fucking her. She had been preparing for the rush of a delicious orgasm, brought on by his wonderful cock and her love for him, and what he had been doing to her. And suddenly, it was all gone.She straightened and turned to see him with his cock still rampant, and sticking. Abby and I don't have anything else today. Can we meet after the funeral?"Charlie smiled and said, "That would be wonderful. I would like to treat the two of you to dinner tonight." Charlie hugged Will and said, "It is so good to see you again, son."I expressed my condolences to Aunt Lillian and Uncle James and then stepped to the left to meet Will's father. I said, "I'm Kyle, Will's younger brother, sir."Charlie shook my extended hand. "It's nice to meet you, Kyle. What is your last name?"I.