I vividly remember, reaching up with one of my hands and started to hold, tickle his balls. He appreciated my move and gave me a long, deep moan as a ...eward.He kept holding my head and worked a steady rhythm of skull fucking me without ever letting the tip of his cock slip out of my lips. I was totally lost in the lust; till I felt his ball tighten in a knot and his rhythm getting erratic. I knew, he was close to empty his balls in my mouth. I wanted to stay but the fear of getting drowned took. I know it’s a lot to handle, but,” Sandee shrugged, “think about it?”Rachael was silent for a few minutes.She stared to speak but stopped herself.“What is it?” Sandee asked, pushing Rachael’s hair behind the nearest ear.“What if I want to get married, or have a baby, or,” she trailed off.“You still can. You can meet a nice guy and get married if you want,” Sandee said.“What if I move in here and I don’t want to leave? What if I want to be here forever with you? I’d miss out on all that. Half an hour later I entered the guest room wearing a blindfold, an erection and nothing else; almost immediately I was forced down onto the bed. I felt powerful thighs wrap around my head and a big fat butt in my face, she was queening me. I could smell the sweet funky scent of her pussy and ass, I instantly became hard by the aroma of this young feisty bitch and then I felt her licking the sweat off of my big heavy balls, a bitch cant resist her bull I thought to myself amused. I started into. Cried for what I lost, what I never had, what I’d never know. I ached. Not my body, but my soul. I closed my eyes againstthe image of my father, forty-three years old, as handsome as ever, stilled by death. I again cursed Death. My mom started about messing with his hair. There wasn’t much we could cut because of the insicion on his head from the autopsy, but we artfully arranged his hair to make sure it wasn’t seen. I stood above him, thinking of my little sister, hurting for her as much as.