My only concern was to make him as happy andcomfortable as the circumstances would allow. Thisscene here didn?t take place in some cold and clinicalho...pital room, his death would be as inevitable thereas it was here, in his home, with his family. When he requested to see his old high schoolyearbooks, I quickly complied. I figured he wanted tohave a look at his old glory years one last time. Andglory years they were, what with him being thevaledictorian/ star pitcher of the baseball team.High. " I swallowed hard, wondering if this was not where I should call it all off. A game was one thing, but this was way out of line. "Remember, you said you would follow my every instruction," Chris could sense my second-guessing. I gave in. It was harder to do with my eyes open than shut, and I felt like I had an audience, but my mind started to envision the scene. Without thinking, my eyes dropped from their faces to his crotch. Even from there I could see the bulge. I wasn't the only one in. “You should never have gone over there.” His voice dropped.“Please believe me, Dylan!” Courtney pleaded, tears running down her cheeks. “Please! You have to believe me!” her voice was frantic as she looked him.Michael laughed as he watched the display between them. “Someone isn’t very trusting of you, Courtney. Looks like he might not want to keep the broken toy around after all...” his voice took on a sinister tone as he looked at her.“You evil bastard.” Dylan said, looking back at Michael.. I really felt marred, “Do I have to….”? I said.“I do not want you to… BUT You cannot cum in me…” she reminded me.“Can I keep it inside you, just a bit longer? Please? I promise to pull out before I feel the urge to shoot. I will, I promise”. And she consented.For a little while, I did not move or anything but then nature took over and I simply could not resist start slowly moving my cock back and forth in her pussy and rapidly developing steady fucking motions. I heard my slutty sister enticing.