He was looking straight at me: clearly, he had accepted our fate, and was ready to explain to Jesus himself that he could not have let this slip away,...no matter how hard he tried. I shuffled closer to his face, burying the tip of his dick under my top. After unbuttoning my shorts and lowering the zip as far as possible, I turned my hips and stroked his shaft with my moist lips. He nodded. I shook my head. He whispered: - Yes. I whispered: - This is wrong. - Don’t you want it? he asked. - I do,. It wasn't that she didn't care or hadn't tried to bring him out of the despair he'd sunk into when that bitch gutted him. She'd tried to reach him, tried to find a spark of the man who'd been her friend since college and her business partner since the two of them had started their agency on a shoestring and a Visa card out of a tiny office in a strip mall nine years before.She couldn't find that spark. It didn't seem that he was dying so much as it seemed he'd already died and just hadn't lain. He stood at the door his jacket half way off, I groaned. He reached up to take off his jacket, I pushed his hands away and the look on his face said that he understood my command. I pushed his jacket off letting in fall to the floor and took a step back just to see if he would fallow. Sure enough, He did. I slipped my hand up his shirt tracing every muscle of his tight, toned body, biting my bottom lip as I felt my pussy clench. I pushed it up and over his head and let it fall to the floor. "Yeah, didn't think I would ever get warm again," he replied as he took a refilled glass from Nancy."How's the girl?" I asked as I took my cup from Ana."Aunt Minnie and Natalie Reese think she will be ok. But she's going to have scars once the whip marks heal on her back. She's latched on to Norman. She won't let him leave her sight, and she cries in his arms all the time."Seems that on the way home, he partially held her as he drove. She's developed a 'fear bond' that if he's out of her sight,.