He tried to stay happy. He had every reason to be happy. But Azamel’s words pricked at him, like a sewing needle someone left in his clothes. People...were dead. She was dead. And he was utterly convinced he could have prevented it all, even though he also knew that was a stupid, illogical thought. And the worst part about it wasn’t feeling bad; sure he felt bad but he wasn’t beside himself with agony or misery or anything. The worst part was he couldn’t quite shake it off, couldn’t quite get. I made her lay down and told her" ask him if he wants a treat for his lips from you, I am sure he won't say no so just slip back and pull off the thong" thats exactly what she did. I lay down on the edge of the bed and started to lick her pussy. The blow job had got her wet and was oozing and wet. It was amazing I rubbed my tounge and slid my tounge in and out of her pussy, I could taste her pussy and it was just amazing, and she moaned and said " please don't stop" i was not gonna either, it. It seemed fairly rural with houses few and far between and she asked where they were. They told her someplace in the valley where there were a lot of independent film studios. They parked in front of a large house surrounded by large trees. There was only one dim light coming from inside. Laura noticed that a lot of cars were parked and assumed that they were the film crews and other actors. Laura was walked down a long hall with a man on either side of her and one in back of her. They reached. 'why have you pulled out?' asked Lou, I replied while feeling frustrated 'Normally Lou I could last for ages but its because you are so tight and have such a beautiful pussy, you just make me want to cum' Lou looked at me 'I understand, the only reason I did not want you to cum in me was because I wanted to watch you cum, can I wank you?' with that Lou grabbed my cock with her small hands and started to wank my hard cock 'did I have all of this inside me?' asked Lou, 'about half' I replied 'was.