It wasn’t like they were really even rumors. She had actually done most of what people were saying about her, things just had a tendency to get dram...tized. She was twenty-one and had never had a serious relationship. She used to joke about her two date limit on guys. That wasn’t far from the truth. There had been two guys who had ever made it past two dates and neither made it past number four. She admitted she was picky. That was a good thing, in her opinion. And she didn’t mind seeming rude. If it's so unavoidable, then why does that heart even bother beating? What is life, after all, but a waiting room for death? Why the hell do we bother at all?" I don't know," Karl said."You don't have to know," John said. "You only have to think. Stop killing yourself looking for certainty. This isn't 'two plus two equals four.' This is above that. Why do you think we bother?"Karl closed his eyes and thought of his wife and his daughter, of home. "Because we find things to live for."John patted. " That was too much to resist and I sat her up on the edge of the bed. I told her to keep her eyes closed and keep imagining she is with Kevin. I then pushed Melinda's mouth open with my hard 7 inch cock. I knotted up a bunch of the heair on the back of her head with my fist and began forcing her head to bob up and down on my cock. At first, I was gentle and pushed halfway in then out then I asked her to tell me my name between pumps. She said, "Kevin," each time. Excited by this I began. She was up for it. She went to town. I loved how she used her tongue. I also loved how she kept looking at me for some kind of endorsement like a professional dicksucker. I absolutely loved that and kept making oooo and aaaah sounds to get her going. She was fabulous. What was even more fabulous was that as I came I warned her and she decided she wanted me to come in her mouth, and I did. And she swallowed. Heavens be praised, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was with my women. All loved to suck.