.. and it started ... and was over ... at the same time... ... if you can imagine it.God!It was something only God could pull off.But ... why?Why her...e ... why now?I’ve always believed. Always ... until I began to wonder if the atheists might be right and it all ends when we die.Life can’t be that cold and final, can it? Some nights I’d lie in bed and worry about what would be coming after I stopped breathing. Would it hurt? Would I be afraid? Would I see loved ones? My mother and father?. "She grabbed my arm, and motioned for me to sit down while she composed herself. It took a minute, but she finally said. "John, ah, John didn't take it so well."I nodded. "Sorry to hear that. I guess I give lousy advice." I felt bad. I hadn't intended to cause a problem for her.She shook her head. "No. What you said was right. We had a huge fight last night, and I realized afterwards, that it was exactly what you said."I was at a loss. "What did I say?"She sniffed, and dabbed her eyes with a. I felt like I needed to pee. I was so wrapped up in my own ecstasy that I didn’t realize Hillary twitching and moaned as a strong orgasm ravaged her. Watching her face, seeing her eyes pinched closed, the flush to her cheeks, her rock-hard nipples, her opened mouth, the sweat forming between her breasts—it was all too much for me to ignore. My focus quickly moved from the cucumber I was fucking to the beautiful woman next to me and the beauty she portrayed while she came. “Ohhh,” I yelled, and. You have no idea how bad I needed to see you."Jim said, "Honey, you have such lovely red hair. Why did you put it in a bun?"I could not believe it. I wrapped my hair up so no one would trigger my cravings and the minute I see my husband, he says it. Within an instant I needed him. I needed to fuck all over again.We walked in and went to his office. Since it was Monday his secretary was not in. We went into his private office and I gave him a hot, wet horny kiss. I let him know I was ready and.