“I need you! I need someone to fuck me so much!”I stopped sucking for a while, raising my face up toward her's and smiled. “One other thing firs...,” I told her.With that, I slithered down lower on the bed until my face was level with her snatch. I removed the dripping finger and quickly buried my face onto the dark triangle of hair. My tongue quickly found her clitoris and licked it, hard.“OH!” she almost screamed. “Oh, my God, Ronnie! Oh, yes!” she went on, breathlessly as I buried my tongue. I decided then that if she was going to give it up for that Neanderthal football player, I might as well get my shot in, too.The whole thing was like a dream. I stayed over at the kitchen door and saw my body move over towards her. My arms reached around in front of me and slid my shorts and underwear down to my knees. I was as hard as I'd ever been. I took another step and pulled her shorts to the side and jammed my cock into her cunt. Being a virgin who had never seen a naked woman, I was. A hollow, shelled husk of what I’d refer to as an airport. Maybe my friends still exist in some way. Maybe they exist beyond the weakening memories. Do they remember me? Am I just a weak, rough memory for their minds to ponder over, as well? Am I just a wilted, discarded husk in a long since abandoned airport? Sometimes I worry that I’ll never fly again. Sometimes I worry that the clouds will always waltz so high above me, their only contact being the occasional tears of pity they cry down on. Our lives had both taken interesting paths that would lead down roads we would never regret. He told me of his children and late wife and how the love he shared with her would last him through the rest of his life. They were married over 40 years when the angels came and took her away. He wasn’t really saddened by it because he loved her enough to last an entire lifetime. His children had scattered to many places and where exactly they were he didn’t know. But he said that deep in his heart.