I pulled down his boxers and took his cock in my hand it was beautiful too see. it wasnt huge probably 7 inches but god it looked like perfection his ...head was big and he was cut. these are the cocks you see in movies and dream of. i slowly worked my way down so that my mouth was just above his head, still not rock hard yet.i placed my mouth over it slowly working it all the way down my throat, it started getting a lot harder as a sucked it while it was in my mouth. i love nothing more then a. " she replied with a grin. "There's something immensely satisfying about causing you torment." She reached down to his sides and tickled him.He yelped and jumped up, then grabbed her hands and twisted them around behind her back. She giggled as she struggled against him, but he was too strong. So she changed her tactics. He watched in delightful horror as she puckered up and leaned in toward his face, taking a lesson from what her big sister used to do to him when he was younger."Ew!" he. I made quick use of the shower, shaving away any stubble from my body. I was just slipping between my sheets when Dylan barged in, two pairs of handcuffs in his hand.I let out an embarrassing yelp before finding my voice, “What are you doing in here, get out!" He said nothing and continued towards me, easily handcuffing my wrists and ankles despite my struggles."Dylan, get off of me! What are you doing?"He ignored me and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, leaving my room and. I sigh to myself, because I knew this all along. It was so silly to let myself hope. To let us both hope. ‘I’m in the bedroom,’ I call out, my voice shaking a little, but not to much. He walks in and he looks at me, sitting on the bed, waiting for the news which I already know. There is no cure. I’m going to die in 4 months. I remember a time when we used to be happy, me and John. It was effortless, like breathing. He just had to be in the same room as me, and my whole world would become.