"Mmm what's the matter Marcy, don't you just love my big juicy cock? Nowdon't lie, I know you do. Why don't you give it a kiss, just like Ishowed you ...his morning?" Lisa moaned, she might not be able to feel thesensations of the dildo being handle like she would if it were a penis,but seeing the way Marcy was handling was hot enough to make her plentywet.A loud gulp escaped Marcy's lips as she remembered how Lisa had taughther to handle the dildo this morning. Slowly she went down to. He was fucking my mouth like it was a cunt, at a steady rhythm and I think I was enjoying it as much as he was. Great Cock. Great Cock.I tasted something new in my mouth, precum and hoped he would be cumming soon. My jaws were beginning to ache and my throat was getting a bit raw from his back and forth action. His cock seemed to grow, and he was pumping all the way now with my nose buried in his pubic hair. His cock seemed to get larger, if that was even possible, then I felt him start to. Something was wrong with this picture. The surface had things on it. Things with writing, what looked like boxes.Chris's eyes flicked up. Ah. It wasn't a ceiling. It was a wall.Chris lay in a darkish hospital room. His head, and upper body, were raised up. Not much, but enough to confuse assumptions made over countless previous nights. His eyes closed again.Whatever.What had happened was still a bit confusing, at least in his current state. Some sort of an attack. A call to his sister. No,. His words felt as if they had taken form, lashing out and striking me, creating a hot sting. I sat up on the bed and pulled the sheets up around me, covering my vulnerability. I stared at his back waiting for him to bring the fullness of the truth to light. “I don’t want to lead you on,” he said to the wall, “I don’t want you to think that we are a couple.” The truth was, that I knew we were not a couple. The truth was, that what we shared was the past. Oh, but how I wanted to live the lie, if.