It was the first time I got to suck his cock and enjoyed staring at his pubes as I sucked up and down and my hands lightly touched his ball sack givin...g them a little tug.Every time I sucked I felt more pre-cum pouring into my mouth. I took out his dick and saw a big, fresh drop come out of his big piss slit. I now started to stroke it relishing the feel and sound as his very slippery cock went in and out of my fist."Come here, farmer boy." he said. We got into a position where I was bent over. Then I took one last look about me and retrieved the bottle of barbiturates from my overnight bag.So this is how it ends, I thought, in a dingy room in an equally dingy hotel. I sat on my bed and contemplated the bottle of pills that I held in front of me. They represented peace, but my hands shook as I opened the bottle and I couldn't get even one of them into my hand. I threw it and the tablets against the wall and screamed my frustration."Shit, shit, shit, shit! Why can't do this one thing. ..Imagining just what she was doing now as she kissed her way down her stepfather's body towards the giant tool she'd dreamed about, the tool she knew so well and had so often watched swell up and stretch and finally explode semen on her mother's face. Now it would happen for her, now, soon, any moment, as she moved closer and closer to the heat she could feel, under the thin sheet, already searing her face -- the heat being radiated by Mitch's great club of a cock. All for her! And as her. How can even think of this guy asbeing cute or even nice for that matter. Well, it seems that it's notonly my looks and body that have changed since he started texting me butmy entire outlook on life too.You see, I fancy Mark and I know he's the only guy for me. I know howthat sounds but that is the way I feel.I used to fancy girls but now they do nothing for me. Sure, I look atthem still but all that's for is to see what colour lipstick they have onor how they are wearing their hair. I.