. Ahhh. . . Ahhh. . . Ahhh. . . Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Goddddddddddddd. Yesssssssssssssssssssss”The orgasm was so good! But i know we can do be...ter. I’m having trouble with the water running into my mouth and up my nose so i decide to get us out of the tub and move into the bedroom. I can see you lean back against the wall as you begin to slide down the tiles. I grab your knees to keep you from sliding all the way into the tub.We both stand up and i help you out of the shower so we can dry. After unbuttoning my pants, she pulls them down to the floor to release my cock and balls for her pleasure. She sticks out her tongue and gives the tip of my cock a lick. My cock pulses and twitches with her touch as I let out a moan. She then licks the base of my cock and continue up again to the tip as I run my hands thru her silky blonde hair and groan my satisfaction with her efforts. Next she turns her attention to my balls hanging below the throbbing meat stick in her hands. Sandy reaches. Later...Was it years, later? Decades, maybe.There is no time when you're dead. Only now, forever...Another flash of memory.My mother, weeping at the kitchen sink, was holding a sheaf of medical papers in her hand. She stared at the papers as if they were a palpable enemy that she could rend, tear, or kill. Her tears were hard and angry – but soft, and almost helpless. Hindsight cleared up so much, and I now know the anguish she felt as the sterile, white forms pronounced her death sentence.For. It was all so different than my holidays, while my mom hosted the holiday dinner with extended family, she never cooked, holidays or any other time. Ours were catered and quite formal and we didn’t even have a TV in our home. My parents were focused on their careers and my getting a good education (I’m an only c***d), so there wasn’t much time to just hang out or watch movies. Stephanie’s parents were so excited when they picked us up at the train station, hugging us and asking me if there was.