That was such a good fuck; my legs were still shaking. Devon leaned over, “You okay?”.“I’m good, I’m good.” I said. I stand up, grab my ba...s and reach for the door. Devon stops me and kisses me. “I’ll see you Wednesday.” Chapter 2: The ClassroomI got a text from Devon Wednesday around 12 pm asking me if we could have our tutoring session a couple hours earlier since his practice was cancelled that day. It did not conflict with my schedule so there was no problem. We meet up at the library. I have to admit that my earlier studies of World War II was strictly from a military strategy and military tactics point of view but that was because I found that perception to be my passion. Now, when I read this book and other books again, I can see the similarities to current day dilemmas and I wonder why more educated and more involved parties have not focused on the lessons of the past in open print and use the lessons learned to help solve some of the issues of the day.To some respect, I. " I thought my cock was going to explode baby; you know I would NEVER stop you from sucking me unless it were life or death!" I reply breathlessly. My legs had calmed some, but my cock still twitched and throbbed and still occasionally dripped a few more shots of cum. We then kiss again, the passion still there, but positively more satisfied and sultry. I guide my fingers to her mouth so she can taste herself, and she does the same for me, and the mix of sex on our soul kiss just made it all. I thought I really should invite Rosie and Ted for a meal; they'd been so supportive.The last letter had an address written in a feminine hand that I thought I recognised. But I would never have guessed the content.My darling, lovely, Peter,If you're reading this, I have, as I expect, lost my fight with the big 'C'. It seems strange that this will be the last time I speak to you in this life, and that you won't be able to respond to me. I have asked Sister to hold this letter and to post it at.