The few toys that he did possess had been taken from him and distributed to the other kids in the orphanage. He had been separated from his sister for...years. I believe that a sense of abandonment, both by his mother, and the early passing of his father, had created a void in his heart during his formative years.I looked at him now. I knew that there was one dream that he had just given up on. We all knew that his time was short. I watched as he slowly walked around the room. The oxygen tube. The tempo rises, not quite a crescendo yet, but signalling that the only possible things to come are either escalation or a full stop. They say it's the hidden ones, the notes that you never hear, that matter the most. It's the motions, the way we sway, the way we respond to absence.And I know this is true when I withdraw. It's sudden and fast, your moans ceasing, becoming something close to a whimper. Your eyes lock with mine, pleading. And you don't say a word, only returning my smile when I. I didn't think I could last, and slowed down the rubbing of my clit , as I wondered if I could take something a little bigger, or would it hurt too much, or if I would like it even more! I slowly withdrew my finger as i got an idea.I got out of bed, slipping on my pajamas, and went into my bathroom. I grabbed the hairbrush, and just as I was leaving the bathroom, I noticed some hand lotion on the counter. I grabbed it too, and went back into my room, stripped off all my pajamas and crawled. You might be impressed!” at this he outlined his crotch with his hand and winked at me.I followed him to his truck. He opened the door and invited me to enter first. He grabbed my ass as I lifted my leg and placed my foot into the first tread, “Let me help you up into the cab. That first step is a little high off the ground.” Then I felt a squeeze. My heart raced.The interior of the cab was quite spacious considering. He invited me to sit on the bed while he took the passenger seat. As he sat.