I back up and beckon him towards me. I notice he is already hard again and giggle. I almost get to the wall before he picks me up and slams me against...it. I wrap my legs around his waist as he buries his face in my boobs. He licks inbetween them and kissed them softly. He swirls his tung around my nipple and then seals his mouth around it. I can feel them both growing harder as my pussy starts dripping its hot juices onto his midsection and down to his dick. He sucks hard and I moan loudly.. I scan the bedroom…very modern with lots of stainless steel and black leather furniture. I hadn’t exactly gotten a chance to look around the room much yesterday afternoon. Again, I smile as I remember the previous day. It seems to be a cloudy, rainy day. I can hear a light rain pelting the windows that surround the three walls of the bedroom and there’s barely any light seeping in through the sheer curtains that cover them. I remember noticing last night that you could see the ocean from. My other senses were heightened too. I seemed to feel his hands on me ina way I had not felt touch before. I sniffed the air to see if I couldanticipate what material I might feel against my body - but I recognisednothing. He had moved behind me and I felt something soft encircling mywaist and upper body. I racked my brain as to what this could possibly be- and then I felt a tightening. I could hear the sound of something beingpulled tighter and tighter around me. I felt straps dangling from. She didn't like dodging the pain of her boy's death. It felt wrong. It felt like betrayal. She would bear the pain of his death, just as she'd borne the pain of his birth. She would wait in agony, screaming as she allowed the pain to ravish through her soul, tearing pieces of it away as the minutes passed into hours. She re-lived every moment of his life, from the first time she'd held him, feeling him softly suckling at her breast, to the last time she'd kissed him goodnight, and everything in.