He's done it before... I wonder... He kisses me. In my mouth. He can. He deserves it. He can fuck me if he wants to. I don't care. I need fucking. My ...poor fucking tits!What the fuck have I let him do to me? I know and I am so happy.I let him hurt me so bad.I ask him his name. Why the fuck did I do that? I don't want to know his name. He's my torturer. I don't want him to be a person I sort of know. 'Steve'What sort of a name is Steve?I didn't need to know his name. Now he wants to know mine.. Here I am with the woman of my fantasies and we are having the most romantic Sex I can remember ever having. Helen opens her mouth and slowly starts to swallow my cock. Deeper and deeper she goes till she has my whole six and a half inches all the way in with my balls against her chin. She is sucking so great on it that I know that if she keeps this up I won’t last long. She begins to pull off my cock, as if sensing from my moaning that I am not far from cuming. She almost has my whole. "Nic laughed and squatted down in front of her, "You're welcome... and you're not psychotic, you're beautiful," he said as he pushed a strand of her hair back that had fallen in front of her eyes. He pressed a light kiss to her nose. "C'mon now, bedtime." Nic lifted the covers for Allie, and she lay down in her bed. He brought them up to her neck. "Sweet dreams honey, I'll call you tomorrow," he brushed her hair back again and placed a soft kiss on her lips, letting his hand linger on her. " Thanks, Amanda," he said. "It's neither one, in fact, and the first time I heard, if you mean Carlos' death, was at your front door. I'm so very sorry." Yes," she said, sighing. "So am I. We had a lot of years, but in the end the damn cancer got him. He was a bit older, you know. He got to a hundred and ten, but the last year, it wasn't good for him. It was his time. At the end, you know, he did it himself, refused to keep making himself a burden, as he saw it. Saved up the pain pills,.