I want to die too. I plan my own death every day, every hour." When Tim killed himself we actually drew cards — the winner was free to kill himself,...and the loser had to promise he'll find you and tell you the real story. We decided we could not leave the world with you hating us so much. One of us had to find you, tell the story and ask for your forgiveness. I lost. Look at me — I'm locked up in a hospital because I'm totally insane. There are only two things on my mind — finding you, and then. Greedily she tried to slurp down every shot, continuing to work his shaft dry of every last drop. With a very satisfied purr she slid him back into his pants, and slid onto his lap. His hands instantly went right back to her ass as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Anything you need, I will do for you, I am always here for you" she whispered softly to him "Fuck, Kim, that was, ok I don't even know what to say. That was fantastic. i don't know where you learned that, but fuck, thank. “All right, exactly what did you do or say in the few minutes I was gone to piss Don off?” “I, I umm, just said I would prefer, if I had any say-so, to not have my cock put in a cage.” She shook her head and laughed. “Actually, what I find amazing is that through all of this, your cock is still so hard that it can’t go in the cage. You have never managed to maintain an erection this long the entire time we’ve been together. If I didn’t know better I would think maybe you needed this kind of. She smiled at me: a loving, caring, smile. What came next was just incredible. With her right hand, still dripping with my cum, she reached inside the waistband of her panties and slid it down. As she did so, she flung her legs open wide, so that I had a clear view of her finger movements behind the soaking material. Although I could see nothing but outlines, I imagined the sight of my sister’s fingers, covered in my sticky cum, thrusting deep inside her. It was an image that brought me back.