She was fingering herself slowly but deliberately in small circular motions. Her right hand was tweaking her left nipple and her body moved in rhythmi...c harmony with the movement of her fingers. It was a very arousing sight and my cock started to pump back into life. I walked over slowly and as quietly as I could, then angled the head of my cock to her moaning lips. When it touched she jumped a little with the shock. “Do I taste better now?” I asked invitingly. Sam replied by taking the head of. “Don’t worry about it,” he said with a small smile, looking down at the red stains spreading across his shirt. He grabbed a napkin and patted half-heartedly at his shirt. He looked back up at her, his smile softening as he noticed the real worry that covered her face. “Accidents happen,” he tried placating her.“I’m sorry,” Chloe repeated, grabbing a handful of napkins and desperately trying to mop up the slush on the counter. She hovered anxiously next to him. Her eyes stung with tears of. I rolled back inside—reluctantly rolled back inside—the room leaving the door open for him to come in. He did, come in that is. I spun around in my chair to face the man.“So?” I sneered.“Sam, there is no easy way to say this...” He paused.“What?” I said.“Sam your dad is real sick. Sam he’s dying,” he said, and he looked down.I had no doubt that the man knew what he was talking about. I also had no doubt that what he said was true. My daddy was dying.Silence reigned for some minutes, some long. He positions himself between my legs, spreading my thighs with his knees, and all of a sudden his mouth is on me and I’m gasping because not only has it been a long time, but no one has ever done this before. It’s unbelievable. I grasp blindly at the bed sheets, arching my back and trying in vain to keep myself from moaning. Meanwhile, Liam probes deeper and deeper, igniting parts of my body I didn’t even know had nerve-endings. Heat rushes through my body, my heart pounds wildly, and my legs.