Please fuck me.” Til stood up and smiled down at me. “I thought you'd never ask, pretty lady,” he laughed as he stripped his shirt off and ...easingly began to lower his zip. This was it, I was about to see for real the cock I'd masturbated so many times to looking at his pictures. Would it match up to the pictures? Would that gorgeous knob be as big and shiny as it looked? Would his shaft be as thick as I'd imagined? I soon found out as he let his jeans slide down his hips and pushed his. There was also the sense of helplessness. There was nothing I could have done to prevent either death. Somehow, I felt that if I’d been there, it might have turned out differently. How? I have no idea.I’d talked to Uncle John after Jeff had died and told him my thoughts. He just shook his head and explained the futility of that line of thinking. He made some comment about part of it was being young and thinking I could do anything. One of life’s lessons is that sometimes, things are just out of. They didn't want anything to do with them. It was the last rejection that set her off. Towards the bottom she read,"P'S. Instead of writing these annoying letters that are so childish. Why don't you go be a good little girl and play with your dolls instead of bothering us big TV stars?" She was outraged. He had just insulted her by referring to her as a little girl and not a woman. It was then that Jenny had an idea. Part revenge, part obsessed fan, and part crazy woman drove her to it. In the. She reached down and started rubbing at my cock. It didn't take long before I was hard. She pushed me away, reached for the shampoo and squirted some into her hand. I stepped towards her again and she reached again for my cock, rubbing it up and down. She was an expert. Just the right grip, just the right speed. There was something magic about those hands as she rubbed me up and down. By that stage I found it hard to concentrate on her clit or biting her neck. This was fast turning out to be.