The pressure inside him went almost unnoticed. It was not the feel of impending release for him, but rather the complete merging of the two of them. I... was as if his love, his emotion, his very soul was trying to become one with her. The feeling built as he matched her movements. He was determined to hold off until she came too. He watched her eyes close, her face twist. He felt the first contraction of her vaginal muscles and he allowed his own feelings to flow. He let the pressure come. He. Wilfred's thighs spazzed gently as jets of white splattered over Nate's tongue. Nate took every drop of Wilfred's cum down his throat. He didn't particularly love the taste, but the idea that it was a load of Wilfred's sexual fluids made it worthwhile. He never thought he would be blowing the guy, let alone drinking his cum. "Sorry," Wilfred said as he regained his composure. The orgasm had his entire upper body had leaning far backwards. He felt bad for the unannounced cumshots, but guessed. I had been gone longer than Lucy claimed she took care of Ma. I had been gone since I was seventeen. I went into the Army just in time for the last year of the war in France. For some reason, known only to the U.S. Army, I got held in France for two more years. Most of the troops got home in 1918, I got home in 1920. I got home on leave one time before Ma died. I should have gotten home more, but it was a long miserable trip by bus.On the drive into town I gave some more thought to signing over. Lei rivolta verso di me con le gambe accavallate, chiusa nel suo cappottone e con le sue belle scarpe in mostra, lui intento a guardare il nulla.Il tempo passava e il giornale era all’ultima pagina quando, dopo essersi detti qualcosa a bassa voce il marito si alzò per rientrare nel ristorante e lei allentandosi la cintura del cappotto fece uscire una splendida, minigonna nera che non riusciva a coprire la fine dell’elastico delle autoreggenti e una camicetta bianca coperta ancora dal foulard.La.