I was already hard and I took off my underwear and started to kiss her belly, than her legs. I played all around her pussy until she begged me to star...t to lick her pussy. I gave her a big tongue on her pussy than I started to concentrate onto her clitoris until I made her cum. After that she rejected my head, I got on top of her and asked her to guide my cock into her pussy. She looked at me, smiled, kissed me while directing my cock so I would miss her pussy. I asked her what she was doing. . pleease! Please...stop!" she whispered trying very hard to control her speech.Peter reached under the table casually and placed the toe of his shoe against her panties and gently pressed against her hot mound. This drove the vibrations even deeper and Charlotte moaned ever so softly."Ohhh...God, Peter... please... I... I... can't... ohhhhh, fuuuck....." Be quiet little one, unless you want a spanking!" he warned her quietly."Please... oh, Peter, please... stop!" she pleaded in a. She was close and so was I. With a final push, I came inside her and fell on top of her.“Eight years darling… and you still fuck me good,” Carol said as she gasped her breath.Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her close. Her back was touching my abdomen while my limp cock was pressed against her ass. Even though our lovemaking was not as passionate as before, we would still end up cuddling each other. Sex or no sex! Cuddle was mandatory. The following day, I accompanied Sandra to her school. At any time, I could go to my journal and refresh those old memories. They were so precious to me. I did not ever want to forget those treasured experiences.How would the scenario be different, if I had been the one who had died? Would I have wanted Sandy to love another? That is something that I really had to struggle with. Of course, I would want her to be happy. But would I want her to make love to another man? The selfish part of me wanted to be loved and remembered. If I were dying of a.