I decided to taste his cock, so I rested my ass cheeks on his face.Me: Let me taste your cock first. Till then, I want you to worship my tight ass. Do... it properly or else I won’t let you penetrate my hot vagina.Abhishek: I assure you, my mistress, I will eat your ass as if it were my diet. I must make love to your hot pussy because I want to taste how a real pussy feels. My loose cunt girlfriend never gave me that pleasure.Saying that, Abhishek began to massage my ass cheeks while licking my. Brian was dead. I died as Brian too many times to even try to count.David was dead. I died as David only once, but it was a very dead kind of dead.John Gray was dead...All the people I'd ever been were all dead...I was dead...Really Truly Dead...R.T.D...For a long time I knew I was dead, and then I realized that this thing that I was - wasn't death!I knew I wasn't alive, but I also knew I wasn't dead...All this dying was killing me!How can one be dead, but not dead? That was a tough question to. She told me “open the door.”I said that would not be a great idea. She then in a more demanding voice, “ open the fucking door and let him in.” Like I said before she had complete control by this time and I was just trying to understand who I had married and was thrilled that I was the lucky one to get her all the time.I opened the door and he never hesitated to come right in. I closed the door and he walked to her taking his shirt off. He was an average looking guy and clean cut with neat hair. “So why you here?” I asked. There was a shudder through the line and I struck, feeling the rod suddenly come alive and enjoying the swoop of excitement that ran through me. That was the part that non-fishermen never understood – the joy of going after a twelve pound fish on a line with a six pound breaking strain and having to play the fish back and forth, winding in the line and letting it run out again when needed, to tire the creature enough to bring it ashore. That, and being left alone.