Tom, Lucy hasn’t run since Craig died.” I sat staring back at her, my coffee cooling, until she added “whatever you did to make her feel so good, Tom, I hope you can keep doing it. I had given some of my buddies the heads up, the ones I thought most responsible and understanding of the large step my sister was taking by going out for the first time since her boyfriend’s death. How can you possibly produce so much cum so fast?”
“I have no idea, sis, I’ve never tried or tested myself before. “Not yet, Tom, please not yet; I’m almost there. I was on the slipperiest slope I’d ever been on, desperately grasping for footing, desperately trying to stop my slide. That was a relief; I hadn’t heard her laugh in a very long time.