I was on the verge, close to an orgasm as she started kissing her way down to my belly, tonguing my belly button for a minute before moving down to ki...ss me in my pubic hair. I was gasping by this time; more like whimpers really it felt so good, incredible feelings flooding through my body. She got up off the bed and pushed my legs apart and next thing I knew she was kissing my pussy. This had never happened to me before, and it only took a few moments before I spread my legs wide for her and. So perfect that I can cum at will or hold off to prolong our pleasure. As if reading my mind,, while still butt fucking her she says, “you have the perfect dick. It’s perfect down my throat and up my ass. Not too long, not too fat but juuuuust right to reach that spot in my throat and now that spot in my ass. I’m at your mercy. Fuck my ass. When you’re ready to feed me, pull out and step back and I’ll go to my knees and suck your cock. Use my mouth then gimme not some, but gimme all” . I couldn’t help it, though. It was just more proof that I had moved to a desolate, ignorant town. Don’t ask me how I considered it proof of ignorance, because it just seemed like the two went together, and I couldn’t tell you why. Every time I passed the pond, I became more and more depressed. I guess the pond was a part of my life, but it seems kind of sad that I placed so much importance on it. I knew I had to get away. I just didn’t know how, or when, or even why. I wasn’t completely sure. .. I love you, you know? I'm all alone right now. Becky hates me and wants to go live her life and I'm gonna let her... I'm all alone, bro... why Camille had to die? Why?..." Alan said with that obviously drunk voice. I started shivering and feeling really emotional. I had killed that guy, that sad lonely guy."Don't start crying yet, there's more" Alex said completely impassive.But Alan wasn't talking anymore. The phone went dead for about three minutes, then I could hear my own voice calling.