But when there weremore mundane tasks or simply things she didn't want to directly attendto, she would step back and let me have full control of her b...dy.While she hooked up an IV of parenteral nutrition to my seeminglyunconscious body she told me that I'd also be caring for my body, thenreminded me that if I decided to do anything to ruin her personal orprofessional life, if I tried to tell anybody of her less than moral andethical research, or if I tried to sabotage any of her doings, that. But itdidn't really matter to him; it only helped him to solidify a decision hehad been moving toward in the weeks since his mother had died.He would end his life.He really didn't see a point in continuing the charade of living. Withthe passing of his mother, he had no immediate family left. He was anonly child; his father had left shortly after his fifth birthday, and hismother had never remarried. He had never forged a close relationship ofhis own. He was in a job that was neither personally. She then pulls my hard cock out and begins to lick it. I want in her mouth again so I reach over to her head and push down. She doesn’t resist and begins to suck my cock once more. I can tell she is getting aroused too as I watch her nipples harden beneath her tank top. “Let me help you with this,” I whisper as I rub her shirt. She raises her head and arms. I pull her shirt over her tits and they bounce out. Soon her shirt is on the sterile floor and I am looking at a pair of small but firm. You kiss along my neck in all the right places, making my body tingle and twitch at your desire. You slowly start to kiss your way down, using your free hand to massage my boobs while you kiss along my collar bones. You free my hands just long enough to get my shirt off and remove my bra. I try to take yours off, too, but you shove me back down and kiss me. We make out passionately for several minutes, our bodies moving in unison against each other. You free my hands in order to explore my body.