" She actually seemed a bit embarrassed. "I'm not usually like this, you know. Most of my friends don't even know that I write." Really?" I tried to b... cool about it. "It's cool. I'd like to touch you too. I mean, if you don't ... If that's, you know, cool with you and..." I definitely want you to touch me." She smiled.Then she reached down and stroked my shaft gently and I almost lost it right there! I mean, I've had a couple girlfriends who gave me hand jobs but her hand was so soft and I was. I stayed in the same position for five, maybe even six hours, then another beep from the smartphone forced me to check it: there were so many messages and missed calls from my friends.They were worried for me: the fact I was feeling horribly bad, didn't mean they had to feel bad, too.So I texted Colin: "Please, tell this to the friends and Vargas: I've found out that a special and meaningful person passed away and I'm not in the mood for partying. I'm really, really sorry, but don't be sad for. The man drew his knife and plunged into the chest of a priest. The woman took the sacrificial knife and attacked another priest. She screamed, "Two of my daughters died for nothing!" The priest she attacked was dead as she continued to stab him over and over. Another man attacked a priest as he tried to get away back to a stone building that housed the priests. The killing went on until the priests were either dead or in their stone building.I decided to take a calculated risk that would have. I didn’t want him to stop and it didn’t seem as if he was going to either. Then, after what seemed 10 or 15 minutes, he gritted his teeth, stiffened his body and snarled and I knew what was coming. As he exploded inside me he made me cum again as he called me a ‘fucking little black cock whore’ and to my shame I found myself saying “Yes, yes” over and over. After he had emptied himself inside me he got up and grinned at me – still being held down – and said “JJ she’s all yours” The second cock.