. that is until about five years ago when Alma was diagnosed with breast cancer and from that day on Bill pretty much dedicated himself to taking care...of Alma when he wasn't at work. Alma died on a cold rainy January afternoon and Carl and I were there for Bill; helping with the funeral arrangements and making sure that whatever he needed was taken care of. After the funeral we didn't see much of Bill, it seemed that with Alma's death he gave up on any social life and pretty much threw himself. I began to work his cock, trying to take as much as I could down my throat, but he was just too big. I remember being aware of my teeth and I tried as best as I could to keep them from scr****g him. His cock felt so thick in my mouth. While I continued to suck, I used my hands to stroke his body everywhere, but fingers were always drawn back to his exposed nipple. It was clearly wired to his dick and I could feel his cock surge in my mouth and throat. When I gagged - and I did - he would mumble. My penis stiffened againstmy panties."Jerry? Jenny?" she said softly. "Are you gay?" No, Pammie. I'm not. Honestly. I have had some fantasies, but I neverwalk by a man and think 'Wow, what a hunk.' That's the truth. I'm notdoing this to have sex with new partners, I promise."She nodded. "Well, I understand experiments. But you have to promise methat you will always let me know before you do anything. We've beentogether a long time. I'm not going to throw you out if you suck a cock.But you have. Slowly he started to slide his hand up the inside of her thigh. Nick could feel the girl was shaking, he stopped at the hem of her skirt. Kelly opened her eyes and looked him, he started moving up under her skirt again. Then he was there, he ran his finger up between her legs, softly touching the outside of Kelly's pussy. He could feel her young pussy was wett, Nick was looking at her face. He wanted to see the look on her face, she moaned, she liked the feel and thought of her mothers.