"Why can't anything fucking work out?"Making matters worse, as he pounded his fists down that final time he got a glance of the clock. It was already ... quarter after seven. He should have been home over an hour ago, had at least a 30 minute drive to get home and he was still empty handed.For some reason, Roger decided to turn the radio back on. They were talking about what people were doing to celebrate Valentine's Day and maybe they could give him an idea. If they didn't, he was figuring he. " Kevin joked "I don't think I'll need that long but good to know" I let out a little laugh as Kevin started to pound my ass harder and faster. Ten minutes had passed and I could tell Kevin was getting close. He then put one hand on my shoulder and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back whilst doing so, and started to really thrust hard and deep. Kevin thrust deep and cum inside me, I could feel his legs shake slightly and the occasional twitch as he tried to keep fucking me. he then pulled his. ”I quickly clicked on the Music player icon randomly on the desktop without her knowledge. It popped up on the screen while she moved around the bed to stand beside Di. Mom looked at it and remained calm. Her face still looked suspicious but she had no proof.Later that night, after Mom and Dad slept in their usual positions, Di sneaked out to my couch slowly.Di – “So, you’re still up?”Me – “Yes, Di.”Di – “So we have to do it a bit different for today.”Me – “Meaning?”Di – “We need to stimulate. ”"And you refused?"The corners of her mouth drooped, as she replied, "Not exactly. Max’s mother, Vera, a dear lady, asked if he was actually brain dead. Minimal areas of activity, the doctors told her.”Connie reached out and placed her hand over his, as she said, "Oh, Dan, I loved Max, still do, I suppose, but I could not bear the idea of him living on in that state, all the paraphernalia attached to him like puppet strings. It’s hard enough now. So, I gave my permission - just to give him.