He pushed on her head and got his cock in deeper and told her to suck harder. Then as she sucked the hard cock he filled her with his cum and watched ...her swallow it.He then pulled her up on the couch beside him and told her "No one has ever made me feel so good and so horny as you do. I want to fuck you more. You are so warm and wet and such a nymph. Lay beside me naked as we get ready for more hard fucking." She layed beside him and he put his arms around her and fondled her tits. She could. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop pressuring you.” I said, “Fantasies are one thing, but if I taste your cock, I will have crossed a line that can't be uncrossed.” He replied, “We’re best friends, and it’s okay to help me out.” With that, he placed his hand on my back, and somewhat forcefully pressed me to lean down toward his genitals. My resistance was fading, as I looked at his thick cock and large balls, and the several drops of precum on the flared head of his cock, and I thought about. There were also fifteen cases of M-16's that, according to their serial numbers, were stolen from a place called Ft. Hood two years ago. They were in the same type of crates as the rest, but those had several European Countries stamped on the sides in their own languages. There were also twenty cases of Sig Saur forty caliber pistols that had no numbers on them. There were also over fifty cases of handcrafted silencers for them, made of top grade steel with extra packing kits for each of them.. For some time, we just enjoyed the feeling of closeness. His body felt so good entwined with mine, and everything about him – the smell of his skin and hair, the taste of his sweat as I kissed his forehead lovingly, the intense adoring look in his eyes as he gazed into mine, was just so achingly perfect. We should have done this years ago. But if we had, maybe it wouldn’t have been so good. Maybe he would have become, in time, just another ex. But now I knew – had probably always known – that.