You look up at me, eyes wide, asking for permission.I reach down and grip your hair, pulling your face to me. You move your head to guide the girl-coc...k along my slit, pushing the tip inside me. I arch my back, lifting my ass off the seat as you impale me. Letting my walking dildo fuck me.You stare up at me, your eyes showing some of the humiliation you feel as you fuck me with the girl-cock on your face rather than your tongue or fingers.I push the back of your head, encouraging you to press. She was the one I had fought and died for, defied a god for, and returned from the dead for. My unequaled passion for her, the inexhaustible love that permeated my soul, it all made perfect sense now. My fingertips traced the curves of her flesh as she rose and fell to the rhythm of her breath which quickened only a little as I gently pried her legs open. My hand slid up past her calf and across her inner thigh right to those soft velvet lips. There was quiet warmth spilling from my heart that. I know you do not go aboard a decision light-headedly and you never did. I never want to hurt you. I value our friendship, too much. I GUESS, I just was feeling frustrated in a few regards (what you were telling me about your personal life, which was no surprise to me) I was glad you were confiding in me. But, I’ve told you so much more (and like a man) you didn’t share with me until recently the serious problems in your marriage. So, when I guess you communicated to me your desires, I was. We had been having fun enjoying it, but they were activities that really required a companion, and I didn’t have one in San Diego at this point. Rachel could make even the most boring place fun.Anyway, we were in San Diego for a month and a half or so, when a member of a local gang tried to rob the bodega. Jorge usually ran the store and his wife took care of their child, but that day they were reversing roles and she was at the cash register. She was more reluctant to give up the cash than she.