.let's just...start so slow and go from there?" I had no idea exactly what to do, and I knew he would be be a gentle and loving guide. I didn't expect...him to get up though.He looked anxious. "Can we do this...in my room? Plus that's where I have my......" I couldn't understand his mumblings."What did you say?" I asked."Um, my condoms..." he was actually blushing. "We REALLY have to be careful, you know?" He extended his hand to me and I took as I got up. He then led me to his room, which, not. But she was hesitant and said I should do this on my own. I said the pain is too much for me to treat myself. She agreed to help me, we moved to the bedroom and I removed my pants. She brought her face close to my thigh to clearly see the injury. Her breath on my thigh made me tingle and I started to lose control. With every breath that she took, I was getting a bigger bulge in my pants.Within seconds, it had become big enough to be ignored. Diya noticed my bulge and started giggling. I said. Kissing is a bit of a deal breaker for me. I do so love it, its a major part of the fun.Although his cock did look delicious and I felt my own stiffen while looking at it.So I kept my thoughts to myself. I wrapped my hand on his dick and undid the button on his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. He flicked back the bottom corners of his jacket (he hadn't taken it off, the rude fucker) and sat on the couch while I knelt and went to work on his nice shaft.I could tell this wasn't going to. Jackie had tears streaming down her cheeks already, and the service had barely started. The church part had been hard, and we had cried there. Now we were standing in the cemetery. Where Kaitlin was going to be buried.I could hardly wrap my mind around it. My best friend in the world was going to be six feet under. Creed was wrong when they said, "I'm standing on the edge and I'm thinking, maybe six feet ain't so far down" (One Last Breath, Weathered CD). You can't think that six feet isn't.