Before one day I got the news that she has passed away. RIP. I sometimes went to visit him to see if he was alright and help with what I could and he ...ppropriated that. But also that it was better that she didn't had to suffer much more and went fast. Also that he could live more free now That was the time I began to see that he got company of men at times, and often went on "vacations" with them. And I cannot lie I began to suspect that he might swing both ways, and why shouldn't he ? He was a. He Just press’s himself against me and I know its Justin. I struggle against him. I push him and twist against him. “Get off of me" I scream at him, his hand claps over my mouth. I reach up to remove it but he is too strong. I brought my other hand up to, which had been trying to push him away. This is what he wanted. He grabs them both, spins me around, and quickly ties them together with some type of rope. I begin to scream again. A piece of fabric is cinched around my head and placed in my. . You too." I said queerly while trying to break his hold. Nathan pulled me into a deep, wet kiss. I moaned against his lips, I don't want this... Do I? "Nathan.. stop..." I said while trying to lean out of the kiss. "Come on you slut. You want this." He spoke kissing deeper. It's true. I do want this. We walked into the shower and he pushed me up against the cold wall tiles. He took off my towel and began to slowly inch down my stomach to my aching pussy. He kissed it softly, and without. She wraps her fingers around his girth, and slowly moves her hand up toward the head. Her thumb brushes over the top of his head, dipping into the slit slightly. Sliding smoothly in all the precum he is leaking. She can't believe he is so wet for her. She wants a taste. But not yet. First she needs to see him. She gently pulls him out of his pants. He is so red and swollen; angry looking almost. His hips buck slightly as she moves her hand down, before bring it back up again. Twisting as she.