We had to be good, a quick blow job was all we could do, for me only some fingering because I am way to verbal when I get excited. . Before I continu...e, let me describe myself, I have a distinct look – 51 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall, 145 pounds, Hispanic with darker skin, brunet hair – shoulder length, mouth that loves to suck cock and has acquired the taste for cum, breast size 36D with mouthful size nipples that love attention and are extremely sensitive, abdomen not fat, but enough. I tried to watch the team as a whole, but my attention kept drifting back to my little sisters. Other than the obvious physical attributes making them stand out from their less well-endowed teammates, they seemed to just have more than the other girls. More of what I couldn’t tell you, they just had an extra something to them.It wasn’t just me though. When I opened up my mind and started skimming the surface thoughts of the audience, I found thatjust about every guy watching them was aroused to. “Hey,” she suddenly greeted him with a sweet voice and warm grin.“Hey,” Paul repeated, still trying to act casual.“Come over here,” Marcy invited him warmly, waving him over with clumsy motions of her left foot.Paul smirked as he strutted over towards the bed, the idea of climbing on top of her and taking her missionary-style making his heart race.Marcy spread her legs apart, exposing her slit to him. It was funny to think that he’d visited that nondescript little orifice no less than four. I hardly ever went out in life, why would death be any different. When my body was finally discovered I couldn't even go with it (still don't know what happened to it, hope it was a good funeral!)It didn't really dawn on me that I was dead until they came to pack up my stuff. As I watched workmen pack up my most treasured belongings I couldn't help but wonder where it would go. I found myself alone, in an empty apartment trying to find some way of keeping entertained. I'm not sure how much time.