"Okay," I wrote. "Right now I'm very hard. Your story really got me excited, and the pictures on your wall did too. I'm letting my hand glide up and o...er my skin without pulling on my shaft. The friction feels wonderful. Now I'm being more rough with myself."I knew this was new and dangerous to our relationship, but I also knew it was too late to stop. A moment later, her next text appeared. "Do you use anything? Lube or spit?" Sometimes," I wrote. "But I don't usually need to. Right now I'm. I came down to her vagina and touched her hair. The pubic hair was all wet with her juices. I pushed one finger in. It went in so smoothly. I pushed the second finger in and it went in smoothly too. She was all wet and lubricated, ready for the fuck. But I was in no hurry. I kissed on her vaginal hair, then her vagina, and then moved up to her cunt and started kissing her cunt, all the time continuing to finger fuck her. I flicked my tongue through the length of the cunt. Now her moans had. " He chuckled some more."Jack, it's best to surrender to the inevitable particularly if you like it."Jack chuckled. "I understand."I came in from the kitchen. "Jack, I would like a drink." I looked at David. "He makes great Rusty Nails or anything else you can imagine. David, what's your pleasure to drink, whether it's alcoholic or non-alcoholic?" I know the Rusty Nail and would like one." He looked at Chastity. "Chas, what would you like?" You!" We all laughed. "To drink, I would like some. Miss Lacie, I saw his face when he was dancing with you. That was the first time that I ever saw him looking happy, content. For what it's worth, he died HAPPY ... and you gave that to him. Most of us know that we will die while doing our job for some nasty sod, or other. You gave Thomas a great gift—he died with a smile!"As Erica talked she just stared into the bottom of her cup contemplatively. It was as if she were talking to herself not me.I was stabbed in the heart as Erica said these.