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‘This is why I don’t believe in God,’ he said finally. His voice was as lifeless as she had ever heard it and she winced, pained, feeling as helpless and hopeless as he sounded. ‘If there was a God, and he cared about what happened to us, then I wouldn’t have cancer, and…’ he hesitated only a moment, the words barely above a whisper as he breathed, ‘I would have you.’ ‘I’m sorry, David.’ It was hardly enough. She didn’t know what else to offer him, although she desperately wanted to comfort him, ease his pain, and her own. ‘Maybe there is a bigger picture that we can’t see…’ She felt his laugh, cynical and bitter, against her ear. ‘Yeah, sure. Famine, war, it’s all part of the plan. My grandfather’s ashes carried over Krakow on the wind. All part of some grand plan. You can’t really believe that?’ He sounded incredulous. ‘This isn’t heaven, Dawn. This is hell on earth, every damned day.’ She clasped his hand in hers, pressing it between her breasts. Her heart was beating hard. ‘I. She was lying a little frontward,protruding her hips. Her hair laid spread on the pillow. I turned the light offand silently slipped in to the bed. Di moved a little towards the end and I layon my back.The door was directly opposite to me and I could see it inthe dim moonlight. I lay there for a long time without knowing how to start. Ifshe had considered it just brother-sister freedom, any activity from my partwill be considered foul and I will be disgraced forever. Suddenly I felt a movement from Di and sheturned towards me. I pretend to be in sleep and breathed deeply. From hermovements I could gather that she was not sleeping and she lifted her head toconfirm that I was sleeping.She moved closer to me and dropped her hand over my chest. Ilay in the same position for a few moments and I felt her softness and thefragrance that could not be resisted more. She made another movement andsuddenly I turned towards her and my hand covered her body. She got a shock andtried to get apart.
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I focused my attention to the small button that was her clit, using varying pressure and speed, circling at first, then lapping from top to bottom, then circling again. Her legs began to tremble around me, and she thrust her hips repeatedly into my face. With one hand she grabbed my hair and ground my face into her crotch, while she continued to jack David’s cock with the other. As the vibrations of her orgasm increased in tempo, I thought she’d drown me in her pussy as she tightly pulled my face into her. She rocked and bucked her hips and began to thrash violently. She released David’s cock and used her other hand on the back of my head as well. As David began to cum his cock fell from her mouth and spurt after spurt of his seed sprayed across Della’s exposed breasts and throat. He jacked himself, grunting with each glob of cum that he shot. Della stifled her screams even as her moans were loud enough that my dog began to bark back at my house. “Now – I want you inside me now, put.

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