The memories of pain and suffering from the years he fought his sickness.
Not only those times when he felt alone, but also the pain he had unwillingly caused the people who stayed by his side—to his family, friends, and loved ones.
His guilt over all the things he should have done—that he couldn't protect Jess, Nubia, and Veena; that he couldn't save Klea, or even Mira and Mina.
His regrets over all the things he still wanted to do—that he couldn't be with them as death claimed his life.
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"You're kidding me… How is this even possible…?"
By recalling his past—and the future he was trying to change—Jeff managed to overwhelm his excitement and arousal with determination and sorrow. He somehow forced his hard, throbbing erection to calm down even before Faye could put the condom on him.
"How are you not hard—?!"
Faye stared in disbelief, shifting her gaze from Jeff's now soft—yet still enormous—rod to his solemn, mournful expression.
