. or whatever. Whycouldn't he ... or she ... or whoever have seen that, understood that,and just been there to be supportive. Not just to be technical...ycorrect.Love wasn't about winning arguments. To love was ... to forgive. Toreally and truly love, not just to lust after someone or suffer a sillyschoolgirl crush on some older, unreachable boy. Love was beingunderstanding, empathic, sensing one another's needs and ...surrendering a little part of oneself in order to make the other personhappy.. Take it now, take it and taste the evil of Satan.” He grasped his cock with both hands and thrust it towards her mouth which she opened to take the head between her lips and although this was the first cock she had felt, she seemed instinctively to know what to do as she slid her tongue around the head and gently sucked on him.Looking down at her face encased in the severe wimple he was struck by her innocent beauty and the sight of his cock entering her mouth and his lust began to rise further. It was in his hair, his eyes, dripping down his chin. She couldn't understand why she didn't run away, something compelled her to stay. The older man rubbed his penis all over the young boys, smearing the wet stinky goo all over and the boy loved it. He rubbed it intensely.She got so wet, and this was new to her, she had been turned on before but nothing like this. The sight of two men fucking eachother pushed her over her ability to think. Before she knew it her fingers were in her pants,. I spent the entire day away from the house, yet my mind was constantly on her. Those young pouty lips engulfing my cock like no other. I called the house around six o'clock. Robert answered. He said he was just heading out the door taking Jaime out to pizza. Perfect. I could go home, shower and get out before they get back. Which is exactly what I did.Not really in the mood for serious drinking, I met some friends at the pub for beers and pool. It was a mellow evening and other than my buddy's.