He was pushing hard. His speed of his thrust came down. He made noise and thrusts with small gaps. Inside my boobs a blast take place…ummmaaaaa….....Tears come from my eyes. Oh. What a pleasure! He pushed hard. Hhhaaa. He pumped out his juice inside me. He stroked inside my pussy. He kept his cock there a while and another thrust. His drops were filling my pussy. We both were breathing deeply as if gasping. We were wet in and out with pussy – cock juices. He fell on my top. I hugged him with my. During the night, after we fell asleep I awoke up feeling his hand rubbing my cock through my pjs and I was getting erect. I was quite scared and nervous at the time and did not know what to do. Peter then asked me if I liked him playing with my cock. I told him I was not sure about what I was feeling not having a guy play with me before. He told me to relax and that I would enjoy it. He then reached in, pulled my cock out, and began stroking me. He then asked me to play with his as well as he. ...I licked that crotch until I couldn't taste him anymore, I practically ate them, my tongue ran all over the fabric tasting everything in it's path. I slept with them on my face that night, and every night, even now...I decided that I couldn't go on lke this, I was torturing myself, I was craving forbidden fruit and setting myself up for a fall. I had to tell him, and I had to do it today. The last period on a Friday I was with Tristan, it was English, I planned what I was going to do all. Bailey avoided me all day, but I thought she might come by. The cancer scared her and she wanted to believe I could help. Bailey and her mother had been disappointed by modern medicine. I'd taught her body how to proceed on its own. The darkness at her breasts would continue to splinter, making it easy for the rest of her body to defeat it. Chemotherapy might help with it being so early. Deciding whether I should try to persuade her was not easy. I knew what I could do for Bailey but I had no.