“I was worried about you.”She saw him wince, and he said, “Ella, I don’t want to do this here.”“Do what? Talk to me, John.”“I...” ...e trailed off, sighed, and then sat down on the ground.Ella knelt down in front of him and asked, “What’s wrong? Just tell me.”“You may be sorry you asked,” he muttered.Irritation crept in with her concern and she asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”“Sorry,” he said, catching the change in her inflection. “I just meant it’s not good news, and I don’t know how. That was a good thing. Within moments he began breathing heavily and lightly thrusting his hips. Every now and then I could here him mutter a sexual ohhh under his breath. After a couple of minutes I kissed the top of his dick and licked off that warm, salty pre-cum. Then I licked his balls a little bit, lifted them up and kissed underneath them, where it was a little bit sweaty from all of that heat. I went back to the top and lay next to him on my side as we kissed. Wow. I was very close to. She was very happy. Now she started feeding me which I didn’t expect.Me: chalo good night. Have a nice sleep.She: do you feel sleepy? I am not getting sleep.Me: I take her to sofa and started speaking meanwhile I put my hands on her shoulder. She didn’t resist it.She: pl don’t do massage and make me sleep. I want to have nice chat with you.Me: just made my fingers touching smoothly over her neck, ears, cheeks. Her eyes were closing half. I got signal.Started giving her a lip to lip. She. The warmth trying to caress the deep set frowns upon my face I shied away from this painful reminder of what good still lingered around. There was a small path leading somewhere dark up ahead and I thought that maybe my true solitude may be hiding there. Scurrying to be free of this torment I let my feet take control. The dampness of the littered mulch cushioned my every step, the smell of rotting leaves and brisk winter air biting at my throat. 'Dam, is there never a place I can just end.