" So weit denke ich doch gar nicht." Kann ich trotzdem morgen zu deinem Geburtstag kommen?" Ja, nat?rlich! Ich habe dich doch schon eingeladen." Was h...ltst du davon, wenn ich Morgen deine Geburtstagfeier gestalte?" Was willst du denn machen?" Erst einmal das wichtigste, wer kommt alles zu deiner Feier?" Meine Eltern sind nicht da und..." Sehr gut!" ... und es kommt die ganze M?dchenklicke, du und Siggi!" Oh Mann, da w?re ich ohne Siggi der Hahn im Korb gewesen. Ich kenne euchdoch, hattet ihr. Now dry yourself, brush out your hair, and dry it.’As she dries off, he returns to the bed, lies down, and tells her when she is done to return to the bed and to remember to crawl. She finishes her hair and puts it in a ponytail. As she exits the bathroom, she drops to all fours and crawls to him. He tells her to climb into bed and lie next to him. He pulls her close and places her head on his shoulder. She is still sniffling a bit.‘Are you ok?’ She nods yes. He rolls her onto her side facing. It was certainly cute and sexy in its own way, full of the vulnerability of my dear mother in her dying days. She wouldn’t have too many more days where she could even attempt to enjoy herself sexually, due to her rapidly growing cancer. I thought of that and my emerging boner grew a little limp. It was tough to keep a hard-on when remembering that my sweet mother would soon be dead.Mom wasn’t stupid. She might have been hurt for a second as she saw my stiff cock wilt like warm lettuce, but. Passion was not a term I would call it, but I clumsily grasped at her shirt and pulled out one of her perfect tits and began to lick and suck on it.I could feel her hand wander down and grab onto my rock hard cock in my boxers. For the next hour we kissed and licked but nothing besides titty play and grouping went down. She knew she had to get back to her bed before the parents woke up so with a last kiss she slipped out. I had never been so horny in my life.The next morning when I awoke, my.