How naïve I was. Love never lasts. Love is an illusion, a fantasy that people make up to romanticize the act of sex, otherwise we would be no differe...t than animals.Moving to New York was supposed to be my fresh start. All my family and friends were back in Canada, but it wasn’t like I had many friends left, so I really wasn’t missing anyone. My mother had the hardest time. She was worried that I was going to have a huge melt down while living on my own. But I was doing just fine. I had to. After he was thru with that he took all his off and he slide inside my bed at this point I wanted it be harder from him get what he wanted so I turned on my side but I think he knew that I wasn’t sleeping he whispered I love ur ass in my ear, then he pulled night all the way up and started kissing on my back while one of his hands were massaging my boobs and then poke my with his rock hard tool I started feeling hot by and wanted to feel him inside me but I wanted to play it safe so I didn’t. A new creature is of interest to just about anyone. Make that creature cute cuddly and funny and the interest level skyrockets.Fun didn't have a car so Fun and I dressed in what was our better clothes and drove to downtown Corpus Christi in my beat up fifteen year old pickup truck. The truck had some good points. It ran really good. It had good tires. It had an air conditioner that could throw out ice cubes on a humid day. And the best part it was very clean. I took care of the old truck. Uncle Georgemoaned, put his hand on the back of my head and pushedhis prick forward. I let that massive tool part mylips and slide over my tongue.“Ooh, yeah, Kelly, that’s good,” he said as I reachedup to massage his swollen balls. “Suck it, Sweetums.”He’d always called me by that nickname, though ofcourse never in this situation with his throbbingprick in my mouth. Already I could taste the stickysweet pre-squirt as it oozed from the piss slit andonto my.