Take my clothes so I can fuck you”.So I pulled you up and pulled up your shirt…giving your chest a few kisses especially on your nipples, then I r...ached down to unzip you jeans…I pulled them down and you stepped out of them…you took off your underwear then you pulled my body close to you and start rubbing your hard cock against me…then you whispered in my ear, “suck my cock, bitch”…you gave my ass a spank then I kneeled before you…with my hands on your cock…I began to suck your big hard cock. Our life together had not yet begun. We had so many hopes and dreams. The lovely wedding we planned so meticulously was now only a dream. I sit here with tears streaming down my face as I think of the children we wanted to raise together. I'm just in utter shock. They told me that he died quickly, that he was struck on the driver's side by a speeding car. Why was he snatched away from me so quickly? I thought about my poor Aunt. I couldn't believe she lost him so abruptly. She must've been. My thoughts travel back in time, to that last day that turned into one endless night, to the heartache I tried to quell after lowering my Anne to her grave, the reality I woke to when I found the wound had healed. She leads me down a narrow hall, through a door, into her sparsely decorated bedroom. Awkwardness makes her movements unsure, unsteady. She turns and tries to laugh through it but its of little use. Her ardor faded just enough for her to consider things like being committed to a. I’m serious this time. He can give you things I can’t, but he can’t give you this. He can’t give you beauty, and he can’t give you feelings, and he can’t give you all that this is. For that you need crazy Jack the artist.’ She knew he was serious. If there was any way he could give these things to her, he would, and she was touched. It was so like him. She moved to him and put her head against his shoulder and took his hand. He put his arm around her and drew her close, and she felt his warmth.