The following day I rose out of bed early and picked up the local newspaper.The accident was front page news. They had photos of Rita and Nita, smilin... in their cheerleading uniforms. Under the photo a caption read in bold: ‘TWINS DEAD: Willis Sisters are latest road victims’ it then went on about the need for a new speed limit on the curves of Alba Mill Road, which of course wouldn’t accomplish anything. It was what was on the next page that made me gasp. The caption read CAR CRASH SCENE, and. The pain, the pain had left, the pleasure had arrived. I wanted that monster cock, I needed that monster cock. I had buried my head in my pillow as I felt his big man weight shift behind me. He kept those three fingers impaling me as he pulled my hips up with his free hand. I was at his mercy and that’s just how I wanted it. He placed the head of his 11’s below his fingers, lining it up for a quick insertion. He pulled his fingers away and placed that wide head against my hole. He leaned. He wasabout 6'1" (his father is tall, too). He was thin but some muscles buthe never worked out, but he was a loner.So, he started to work there, at Indian Point. He ate lunch (brownbagged) alone. He always had the same lunch, white bread sandwich, with 2pieces of roast beef and one slice of American cheese. He has a slice ofpie and an apple! He didn't care for food but he knew that nutrition isvery important! He normally had a magazine, a SF book or a textbook(some area in his field). He even tried to deep throat my cock and was only able to go a little past the head as he started to gag. He was more comfortable and so was I. What happened next was even more amazing. He grabbed my knees and said "I want to try something" "Try it" I trusted him. Before that day he had been my best friend. Now, with my cock far enough down his throat to gag on, he was something else, something new, something erotic. I let him do what he wanted. He grabbed my knee and lifted it up. He then.