Concentrating her efforts on sucking him off, Kara attempted to take more than his knob into her mouth and found it was so big that she had to stretch... her mouth so much that it actually was uncomfortable although it eventually popped in and as the shaft wasn’t as thick as the crown she managed to get about five inches total into her mouth before giving up. Then Kara ran her tongue around it and he began to moan even louder.“Oh my god, that feels so fucking good!”Pleased with his compliment she. Comfort him. She is the strong one, has always been the strong one. She needs to be strong for him now. Michael. Her Michael. Her darling boy. ‘It’s alright,’ she tries to murmur soothingly. ‘It’s alright.’ But the words sound wrong to her ears. Her teeth are loose, she realises, tasting blood in her mouth. His words are a litany in her ears. ‘I’m sorry. I love you. Please don’t leave me.’ And then she hears nothing at all. * * * In the morning she wakes to find blood on the pillow, a dark. Each house was a duplex, and we loved our house and the friends we made there.I guess we had been there about a month when we found we had a ghost living with us in the furnace room. We talked to the neighbors and found out that one of the bricklayers was on the ground when his apprentice was carrying a hod of bricks up the ladder to where the walls were when he misstepped and the whole load of bricks came down and hit the mason on the head and killed him instantly. Anyway, he was the ghost of. " Jealous?" I said."You were so happy and I wasn't, that and I couldn't help wondering just what you were like in bed." Marion replied. "Combine that with guilt and repression over those feelings and you have me summed up." Just glad that coffee table got in the way." I mused. "Otherwise we'd still be trying to get one over each other."Marion stretched up to kiss me."Yes, I'm glad we did." She said.Our kisses gradually became more and more passionate and our hands roamed freely over each other.