She had told me that she was capable of having multiple orgasms – but had also said that she had a hard time coming at all. I was hoping I could mak...e her come at least once this first time that we were together – and was counting on having my skills as a lover at their peak on this special occasion. In the interest of saving time later in this narrative, let me mention some of those skills here: an ability to refrain from coming for long periods of time, a limited ability to come without. Jr died in the crash. Mike was taken to the hospital where they told him they weren’t sure he would live. A priest was allowed to visit with him to administer last rites. He begged the priest to make sure that me and my family were told about his confession, that he was sorry for what he and Jr had done to me. The priest called in two nurses and wrote everything down and had them witness the boy’s feeble signature. Dad got a visit from the pastor Grant a few days later. Grant told Dad he would. I began to back away from her, but she followed my hips. “Just stay there for a while, Collin,” she whispered in that sexy voice of hers, “You’re still hard, and it feels so damn good.”“What about your appointment?”“He can fucking well wait!”“Works for me!” I said. The nifty thing I found about fucking a very tight orifice is that if you stay inside, even after a really intense climax, sooner or later the lust returns and so does the firmness. Five minutes later I was pounding Rebecca’s tight. "Mmmmm, it tastes really good." This brought a smile to Max's face as we both ate ravenously, hungry from our lengthy time on the road."You liked that, eh Kid?" he asked as he pushed his empty plate to the middle of the table. I had left a fair bit, but I'd eaten more than I had anticipated. I wanted to try and please him, but I still came nowhere near to consuming the amount of food he'd inhaled."It was very good. Thank you, sir." I could tell from looking at that scrawny little body of yours.