I could see tiny bubbles of spit forming at the corners of her mouth as she deep throated my cock. My cock and balls ached for release, and I struggle... not to let go to soon, but I was fighting a losing battle. Dropping her left hand from my balls she pressed it against her own pussy, finding and working her clitoris faster and faster. The warmth that enclosed me, the delicious friction of her tongue on me, the firmness of her soft lips moving up and down on my shaft and the sight of her doing. W. Bartley and J.W. Roberson, of the Oakhurst Methodist Episcopal Church, to see the final preparations. This was an impressive religious service, it was beautiful and inspiring. The jailer moved Spinks to a cell in the southwest corner of the building, and he sat so that the few rays of the sun passing through the bars shone down on him. Possibly the last sunshine he would experience for eternity. The preachers and an assistant sat outside and in front of him. Spinks sat on his heels, back. By now Mike was bracing himself against the shower wall... I was slowly thrusting my stiff member deeper and deeper into his anal canal. At one point we almost slipped and fell on the wet, slippery tile. "Do you want me to shoot my cum in you?" I asked him, whispering in his ear, excited and short of breath.In the same cheerful tone that we had held our conversation all evening, he responded, "Well, I'm not a girl so I can't get pregnant so you can squirt in me all you want."I felt a boiling. Dan took my hand and held it in his own. ‘What happened?’ ‘He was unreliable. I don’t know if he cheated on me, but it was just like he didn’t care about me. Not until the end. Then he finally started showing emotion, drowning me in flowers and gifts but the damage had been done. I had spent most of my twenties trying to get this man to show me that he loved me that by the time he did, I had checked out. Leaving him was hard, probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it was worth it. I.