Doug was inconsolable. His wives tried to get him to face the fact that Evening Star was better off now than she had been when she was wracked with pa...in. Doug just nodded and retired back into his fog of emotional pain. When they landed, Doug disappeared into his apartment and left the funeral details to his wives.He did come out for the funeral and the lighting of the pyre, but went back to his hidey-hole and refused to come out for days. After about two weeks, Cactus Flower could stand it no. I chuckled, especially when the screams were muffled by a ball gag placed into his mouth. He would just have to take his pegging and deal with it, wouldn’t he? It was still better than the torments of Hell, after all. Yeah, my former boss would just have to take it like a man, even as the dildoes kept getting larger, longer, and thicker.The biggest one was reserved for my sweet Jessica, my favorite woman, the one who was originally marked to suffer an eternity in the Lake of Fire with me as my. As u and your brothers are alone. By hearing this words I became happy. As I was lusting her, and I think she also knew that. So my brothers went to sleep. I and Sapna watched TV and her son were slept. After some time she also went to room to sleep. I was watching TV. Suddenly I got a hard on. I taught to take a chance.So I went to the room where she was sleeping. I went and saw her sleeping on her back. She was wearing a nighty at that time. I went and called her my her name. There was no. The three men she loved most came into view. Danny and Sean and Mike. Too groggy to see the look of concern on their faces, she reached out her hands to them as if nothing was wrong, but everything hurt. That small movement brought to mind what had happened in the entryway. She realized she wore an oxygen mask. ‘Christie,’ Sean said. He held her hand gently. Danny took the other one. ‘Steve?’ she whispered. ‘What did she say?’ Mike asked. ‘She said ‘Steve’,’ Sean said. ‘Dead,’ Danny said..