“Then lets get out of here”, I said a little too harshly.(it’s just I was mad at myself for even thing something like that). Another 15 minutes...and we were home. Pete would be here in about half an hour and I needed to get my shit ready.“So you think I have a nice ass huh”“WHAT”!!!(did I say that out loud )“I heard you at the mall talking with that guy so do you huh boyfriend”.“haha I just didn’t think you wanted every creep that comes up to know your single but if you would rather next time. Sticky pre cum already leaking from his tip, I began to stroke him. Silently, without a word, I lowered my face to his huge, hard dick and wrapped my lips around his cock’s head. Somehow, tasting his sweet pre cum, feeling his cock fill my mouth, seemed so right, so natural. His big dick looked so beautiful, so sexual. Feeling his hand soflty caress the side of my face, the back of my head, as I sucked his cock was so incredibly erotic. It was such an incredible turn on. Something I would have. There were no secondchances here. During her last months, Helen and I dideverything we could to make Sophie comfortable. Itshould have been me, not Sophie, who was dying. Wecalled the kids and they came down to see her as oftenas they could. It was really a strain on everyone.Trying to put on a happy face when talking to Sophieand crying all other times.In her last days while in the hospital she spoke toeveryone in the family alone. She had private thoughtsfor each person. I remember her. “If I can’t convince you to go out and meet someone, then I’m going to make sure you at least go out.”Claire wanted to say that she liked television and junk food but thought better of it. It would’ve been a poor thank you for all the trouble Patricia had gone through over her this past half year. So keeping her retort to herself, she instead gave her a smile of surrender and said she would be ready in a few minutes.Stepping into the bedroom, while Patricia waited in the living room, Claire.