.. well, how we approach death is rarely rational, and probably shouldn't be. I was a confirmed Atheist by then, but left a stuffed animal in Mom's co...ffin because it made me feel better. Grave goods, no different than those found in any Mayan or Egyptian tomb. We do it not for the afterlife, but for this life. Never laugh at those who believe, but strive to understand why they do. We're all the same."Leaning down, Violet gently kissed his forehead."Goodbye, Daddy..."The four Hunt wives stood. I lightly touched her outstretched arms on the inside. She liked her lower earlobe sucked. She liked her neck pecked at with my lips as she played with my cock and balls. I rubbed her small, perky breasts. Her nipples were very puffy and got erect. She liked her hairy pussy rubbed but no penetration....yetI moved down between her legs, she pulled her flaps open and told me where she liked having my tongue. When I found her spot, she held my face down into her. Malorie expressed her pleasure. Panicked."I went to Lourdes," he told me with a soft chuckle, "a few years ago. Is Father Myers still the principal?"My eyes darted around the bus, but all I could see were the men crowded around me, standing in the center as I sat there. Trapped. I could feel their eyes on me and I knew my face was red. My whole body was flushed and I felt damp and sticky. I was going to throw up. I could smell them. Their different scents, aftershave and cologne and soap and the musk of their male bodies. I. Again. For over 20 minutes, the hippie plays a carnal game of musical chairs, riding her two teenage stallions in turn and throwing all of her energy into a determined and loudly vocal effort to induce ejaculation. The studs thoroughly enjoy themselves, cheering the hippie on, while taunting each other. All of Kerri’s efforts fail, however, and in an impressive display of endurance, neither teenage stud shoots his load. Finally, as they approach the 25 minute mark, with Kerri riding him again,.