For all that was worth, it could have been a good dream. The best kind. His body deep in slumber, he had awakened as if he was still in Drena, in Luca...’s household. He should have been happy for still being able to remember one of those blessed days.The dream had been vivid, too. It had felt as if Cory had just gotten out of bed, busy already with putting things in their places, straightening the sheets, opening the windows, and starting the day as the servant of the household.The only. I looked at my oldest and closest friend's organ that had been the cause of my present rectal discomfort and couldn't help noticing how dirty n stained it look howerer limp n flaccid.It took a couples of seconds then the cconnection was made.He seriouisly used my damn tight virginal shitter so of course it would be shit stained just as my arsehole was still damp and leaking mikes seed.The dirty rawness,the very personal intimate nature of what we'd done struck me and I was barely aware of what. It was already in me. I wanted to think positively, to have hope, to really believe that I could make it through this easily. But I was already blown out. Twenty minutes I spent like that, just crying my eyes out, sobbing and cursing. I wanted to just deny it all, pretend I never heard anything and admonish this diagnosis from reality. I wanted to wake up and this would all be one terrible dream and I would be home in bed with my head rattling from another hangover. But my mother was right. Then to catch her by surprise, I sucked her nipple really hard. I alternated between her beautiful boobs for a few minutes, before I continued down her body, and started kissing her cute, flat, sexy little tummy. I loved snaking my tongue over her abdomen, slowly getting lower and lower. As I did that, I increased the teasing by edging my tickling fingers nearer and nearer to her pussy. Every time I got within an inch, I'd pause for a second, then move my hand away. I was getting close enough.