Handjob is nothing compared to it.Me: And I didn’t mind sucking your cock. I enjoyed sucking it. At first, it felt weird, but as I started it, I enj...yed it more and more.Akram: What! Really? Or are you just saying so that I would suck your cock?Me: No, bro. Why would I lie? I enjoyed it. And you can suck my cock only if you want to. There is no compulsion, dude.Akram: It’s ok. I want to do it for my best friend and our moms. I hope this will help us in getting to fuck our moms.With that, he. The movement I had sensed was Carla Jean, tiptoeing through the darkness toward the kitchen. She opened the fridge to look for something to drink. I don’t know how I kept my presence hidden, I felt like yelling out “holy fuck!” By the light of the fridge, I saw the most amazingly erotic vision; I couldn’t have imagined anything more incredibly gorgeous and sexy in my own fantasy daydreams while getting off. Carla Jean, unknown to me, apparently always wore sexy nighties in bed, even when. I remembered Raghild’s words and Snøfried speaking of Harkun.I could not tell if all the tears were hers as I took her in my arms and held her for quite a while as she sobbed and moaned. I don’t know how long we held each other like that but finally she let go and gave me a sad smile. I must look like a bloated Rose fish. We still need to meet the leader I guess. “She kissed me on the cheek and went to the bath room.It was a more modern burg, no masonry and rock at all, entirely made of. She had a habit of vanishing as quickly and inexplicably as she appeared. When my hands met her back however, she stayed with me. We remained in the stall like that for a while, just holding each other as the hot water washed over us. Her just being there with me was soothing. My mind felt at ease and my whole body was relaxed. When she was with me I felt all my insecurities and troubles melt away. I was a thousand miles from my lectures and textbooks, right now it was just me and her.Her hand.