But this isn't about what I want, it's about what I did...The three of us didn't really watch them for too long, Tom saw how hard I had gotten from th...s, and just leaned over as if he wanted to suck me, he kinda hesitated, since he didn't know if I was ready or willing, but I just nodded at him and leaned back a little. Tom had a very interesting oral technique, he opened his mouth wide and went down on my cock without really touching it much until the head hit the back of his throat, then he. Small pools gathered in the bottom of her eyes. Marlo cradled it in her arms and rested her head on top of the lid. She began to weep, slowly shaking as she sobbed. I joined her.My sister never cried very much, even during the funeral with dozens of bereaved relatives hardly able to stand they were so grief-stricken. She always had to be the emotional fortress-never wavering, always supporting, always the crutch for everybody else’s feelings and emotions. She never gave herself the chance to. “How are you today, Nina?”“I’m sore. I overdid it yesterday. I should take it easier today.”“Okay, no breaking out of hospitals today. How about we go to the amusement park? They’ve got a new roller coaster I’ve been wanting to try out.”“Jake, that sounds so not fun. Getting thrown around in a roller coaster car is my idea of hell right now.”“I guess I can see that. Then how about horseback riding. Maybe we can find someone to give us polo lessons.”“Ugh!” Nina said.“You’re not funny, Jake,”. To my surprise, Mia accepted me into her very large circle right away. Casual chats in the hall and a shared class lead to study sessions, group hangouts and invitations to social events. As the snow melted we found ourselves spending every day together. Mia would often nap in my bed, stripping down to panties and one of my goofy t-shirts. I would admire her perfect legs and feet when I thought she wasn't looking. Mia somehow always knew what I was thinking, one day she called me out on my.