We talked the entire ride home…about school, work, her new lip piercing (which was so incredibly sexy), my new tattoo, everything…accept the conve...sation that we had had a month earlier. That first night I fell asleep looking at her, stroking her forearm, content to just touch and see her. I wanted to kiss her and taste her so bad, but it was too soon. The next morning she woke up when I held her hand to my face and brushed my lips against it. She didn’t pull away, but watched as I nuzzled. Jerk, in, jerk, out, jerk, jerk, breathe. Emma thought she could feel Jeff’s balls filling up with cum to be transferred to his prostate!On the next move of Jeff’s cock out of her throat, Emma forced her mouth off his cock enough so she could speak! “How does this feel Jeff? Are my mouth and throat and hand working up a good batch of jizz in you? Am I a good enough cocksucker that I can suck you off by myself for a while? Deep throating is all well and good, but I have some other moves that. I can't keep hurting you like this."Harvey held her tighter. "It's all right Jean. I'll be Christina for a little while longer. You tell him when you're ready. Just remember, I'd rather it be sooner than later, okay?"---"How's it feel to be sleeping in your own bed again, short stuff?" Patrick asked Harvey the next morning. Harvey involuntarily twitched at the nickname."Great!" Harvey said brightly. Six months of being a "Yes! to Life" troupe member had left him with the ability to fake. I panicked, thinking that there must be a fire instead. My mind slowly registered that this was not regular smoke. It was a dark rust color, and along with the sharp sulfur note I had first noticed, there was also a softer, sweet smell in the smoke, like fresh pears, that as I inhaled more and more, slowly relaxed my mind and body. All my cares melted away. I stepped into the hallway, and saw that the smoke was coming from further down the hallway, from a room that was now illuminated, that.