My lungs weren’t hurting particularly. I knew what had happened. I was dead. The murk was just the mess I’d made of my life. Maybe I would have et...ernity to clear it up. For some reason I remembered just when I’d lost Hope.My mid-life crisis hit the day I realized thirty-three was half-way through my life expectancy. Of course, technically, having already survived Viet Nam, I should have had a much longer life expectancy than the sixty-six that was estimated in 1982, but apparently I had. " We nodded and then sat down on the couch. Liam was agossip boy and so naturally he wanted to know all about Alan's date. Weonly had to wait a few minutes before Liam came back, we sat down and Itold my stylist what I wanted and then I sat there listening to Alantell Liam all about his date.Towards the end of our session there was a knock on the shop window "isthat her?" Liam asked looking up. We turned our heads towards the windowand there was Justine standing there looking unsure what to do.. I thought she was still sleeping. I moved her thong aside and exposed her slit. With my palm up, I slowly and gently worked my middle finger all the way into her cunt. She sighed and rolled her head to the side. I thought she might wake up, so I removed my finger and placed it under my nose. Her musky pussy scent caused my cock to inflate. When I realized Bonnie was still sleeping, I put two fingers back in her pussy and moved them in and out. Her lubrication began leaking out on my fingers. “Yes, sir, I am telling the truth. I don’t have such BDSM fantasies,” responded Kishen.“Ok, I believe you. If you do such fetishes as I suspected from your pantie cravings, I need to tell you how to be cautious while practising it. It is, after all, sexuality, and one should embrace it. But one should also be careful of exhibiting it to people they only truly trust.”“Otherwise, it can cause damage to the reputation. So, I need to once again confirm with you. Do you have such fetishes? Let me.