I do want to live. I’m not ready to give up and die. I’m fifty-seven years old, and I want to live forever. Or at least until Christmas. I’d lik...e to live long enough to retire. I’d like to live long enough to see the next version of Windows for my computer. I’d like to see Riley get her degree, and a PhD if she wants one. I want to see Billie get her new heart, and see her go to school like a normal kid. I want to go for hikes in the mountains with Maizie running along by my side. Or at least. ” I went in, and Dale was indeed worse. His temperature was highly elevated, and his blood pressure was 180/140. I started getting washcloths, packing them around him wet to try and cool him down. Kristin and Carrie soon were helping me, and we eventually got his temp down to a decent level. We cleaned up, and Carrie asked, “Is he sick from the explosions? Does he have radiation poisoning?” That had not occurred to either Kristin or me, and I told them that I would go see if I could find. This was another sensation I had missed, that hot mouth, moist and hungry around my tender dark raisin nips. And while he sucked, licked and lapped at my tits, his hand was stroking the crotch of my pants. My legs instinctively opened wider and he undid my zipper and I squirmed from his heated touch.I had been passive until about here. I ran my hand under his shirt and raked my fingers over his chest and down his stomach, enjoying the taut and soft hairy feel of a man's body. Ever the. Another thing abut Hildy was that she was really tall—probably just over six feet. So, added to her homeliness, her height would probably prevent her from getting a lot of dates. In fact, Jim reckoned that she would tower over him by at least two inches, more if she wore heels. Still, those long, slender legs descending from the hot pants she wore made a heck of a statement, and those hot pants seemed to fit just right. It was another of Hildy’s notable attributes that was easy to miss because.