Scarred, still even skinnier than I had been, the nearly non-existent tits. “I was waiting for you”, I mumbled, still sleepy. “And I dream about other shit, that happened in my past. My fingers shook as I moved the mouse, ***********ed another tab and started to type. Smiling, I remembered the look on his face, as I had moved in. For the first time in ages he held me. “You shouldn’t. “Hey, you should be in bed.” David’s voice woke me. “Because I don’t think, I could stop, even if I hurt you”, he whispered and closed his eyes. “You deserve better than this, someone… “Maybe not the first time”, he panted, his had rubbing my crotch. I don’t want to lose you. That hurt. His dick was pulsating inside me, filling me with his load. I reached out, pulled him close to me for one more desperate kiss, while he struggled to get his pants down.
