There were a lot of us... I need to hurry! I can feel it’s almost my time! I need to tell you these things!I don’t have any idea what I’m saying... except that I know... I Have To Tell You!Now I know I died! I can tell.Everything feels different. Take my eyes, for instance. My eyeglasses fell off in the stampede, but I can see just like I had a brand new prescription pair. Better than that, maybe. It’s better than even before I needed glasses. Then there is my bad leg, where my Dad hit me with the. "Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order to take another route."I've said it once, and I'll say it. After she felt okay again, they would make love and cherish every minute they were together. Besides making love, they also talked a lot and John did his best to console her as much as possible.In bed Alice had completely surrendered to him, the idea that she might lose him was too much to bear for her, so whatever he suggested was something she went along with. She had practiced her deep-throating skills on bananas, much to John's delight and two weeks ago she allowed him to take her anal. He looked at me, "Can I keep going." I gave him a very small nod yes. It was as if I was afraid to give him a bigger nod, afraid that someone would know or see that I was green lighting my son to open up my top to look at my tits. My nipples were so hard from the thought's of what my son was going to do. The fabric of the pajama top was rubbing against my nipples giving me a very pleasurable sensation. I could feel my pussy becoming even wetter as my son slowly unbuttoned my top.He very slowly.