Help Brielle of course

Still shocked by the news you sit down in a chair and put the letter down. Of course you’ve heard of this new disease going around, you are researching it after all. But you never expected that somebody close to you might develop the disease. As you mull all the information over again you start to reflect on your friendship with Brielle.

You met Brielle long ago, your parents had sent you outside to go play with the other children of the neighborhood you lived in and running around and playing games you met a young girl. From the start the two of you had fun together and soon you two could always be found playing together. High school didn’t put an end to it since you and Brielle were placed in the same class.

A loud sound from the television pulls you out of your memories and back into the here and now. Could you even say no to her request? In the past you had always been there for her as she had been for you. Why would it be any different this time?

Your eyes veer to the pictures still laying on the table and as you stare at them you feel a pulse go through cock again.One of the photos has Brielle standing in front of a mirror, legs spread wide as her arms behind her back as she tries to push out her chest forwards. You can’t help but notice the slight hint of her pink areola visible through the lacy material of the bra.Your eyes lower following her curves down to her toned stomach and the lace panties below.Your cock is rock hard by now as you give it a stroke through your pants.

“Okay, I can do this” you mutter to yourself as you grab the plastic cup and place it closeby.Next you pick up another one of the photos, unzip your pants and pull out your now fully erect cock.