It hadn’t always been that way though. When I was 25 I met who I thought was going to be the love of my life. Her name was April and I thought she w...s beautiful, but at the time both of us were in relationships, so there was no subsequent contact. Two years later we both happened to be at a social gathering arranged by mutual friends. In the obligatory catch up conversation both of us found common ground as two people who were newly single and exchanged numbers at the end of the night. Six. We studied, hung out at the shopping mall mainly with Jane telling me about the guys she was dating and me just giggling to her stories, for me it was all harmless fun and something to pass the time in between my studies and practicing my religionUntil that one day when my parents told me they were heading off to Birmingham on an emergency as my uncle had fallen seriously ill and Jane finding out that I was alone in the house asked me to come to her place for a sleepover as her house was empty. No distinguishing features could be seen on these things save their entirely white eyes and the eerily toothy grin which was permanently transfixed on each of them. These beings never spoke, never directly interacted with people or objects, and always appeared during times of strife or conflict between individuals or groups. These things could not be explained nor could we interact with them directly. These passive observers silently watched our world as we continued to exist, wage war, and. She holds the base of my cock and repeatedly spits on my swollen member, covering it in her saliva. She sits down and spreads her legs over mine, the crook of her knees resting on my thighs. She wraps both of her heavenly hands around my shaft, stacked atop one another as she brings them up and down my cock in unison, gradually picking up speed and squeezing tighter. The sound of her precious hands sliding up and down my slimy cock fills my consciousness as I edge closer and closer to the.