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Helping sad Jill

... told me to find her clit with my tongue. She then put my dick back in her mouth. That felt so good I did my very best to find her clit. It took a little exploring but I guess she was liking it and I sure was. It took longer to blow my second load but when I did I felt Jill tense up, her clit got harder and her pussy started pulsing and leaking juice. My face was all wet as was Jill’s. She just rolled off me and moaned. I told her that I liked 69. She just smiled and lay on the floor for a moment just breathing and saying nothing. We got up, got changed and she began cooking dinner again. As the food and time began sobering her up she started apologizing for her behavior. I quickly stopped her saying how much I appreciated her and the lessons about what girls want and like. I told her she was greatly helping my shyness and fear of talking to and being around girls at school. She just smiled and we chatted while finishing dinner. I have to admit this was getting to the point where all I thought about was putting my dick in her pussy. Fortunately I had a couple dozen new pictures to jack off to. I would rather have Jill jack me off but for now the pictures worked just fine. I just wished I had a good close-up of her bare pussy. It is so sexy all puffy and wet and I just wanted to, as we say in school, lick it and stick it. I assumed if I had a chance to really fuck her it would be when she is pretty drunk. I guess I did not care at this point, as for me it would still be great. ...

... I did think it was odd she showed no interest in getting to know other men. When I asked her about it she just said it was too soon and changed the topic to me and girls at school. I told her they were a pain and even mean at times. She just laughed and said she remembered what high school girls were like. We had a very uneventful week but on Sunday Jill was again in a very sad mood. It would have been Dad’s 37th birthday. I still didn’t know how old Jill was and when I asked she just said ‘old enough’. She looked ten years younger than Dad but I think she was getting close to thirty and just looked younger. It had now been four months since Dad’s funeral and both Jill and I were doing much better with the loss but Jill would still have these bad days from time to time. I saw the booze come out around noon and I decided to finish some homework. She would make me sad as well if I hung around her today. After a couple hours I went downstairs to find Jill looking at photo albums of her and Dad. The bottle of gin was almost gone. She looked so sad I went over and sat next to her. She was pretty drunk but happy to see me saying I have been a big help to her the past few months. I told her she was the same for me. Jill slouched over and put her head on my shoulder. We both had on sweat suits, the normal for a Sunday afternoon to just relax. After a few minutes I put my hand on Jill’s leg and started to rub it moving my hand higher and higher to see if Jill was in the mood to fool ...