My headache was gone, and my queasiness was missing, not like earlier when my stomach was revolting. I packed my one pistol with five extra mags in my... suitcase, and put the other one on in its customary shoulder holster. Kat was watching me, but just smiled at me when I caught her watching. I finished packing and set my suitcase by hers at the door. I asked her if she had her passport in her purse. She just smiled and nodded yes. I walked over to where she was sitting on the bed and kissed her,. I was curious, but not alarmed, really.I looked around and Sabrina was sitting in the passenger seat, watching me. “Sabrina!” I whispered.She smiled at me and took my hand. “Hey, you!” she grinned, her voice filled with amusement. It sounded like music to me.“Am I dead?” I asked.“Do you FEEL dead?” she asked, answering me with her own question.“How would I know what being dead felt like?” I asked, smiling myself. We’d sometimes play this game, asking questions until we couldn’t think of a way. It was the love that was bursting from his heart. It was his desire to spend the rest of his life with her. It was his desire to take away the sadness that had plagued her for so many years. He could do that for the rest of his life, make her happy. He smiled to himself as he gazed upon her lush, curvy naked body lying in their bed, the early morning mountain breeze blowing in the open window causing delicious goose bumps on her pale skin. He returned to the haven of the bedroom. He. I was more than ready and didn't waste any time as I lowered my butt down until I could feel the large bulging tip of the dildo push up against the entrance to my tight hole. I then pushed down a little harder and I felt my already wet and slippery butt hole stretch wide to accept the huge bulbous tip. As my butt accepted the dildo the initial discomfort of penetration soon turned to intense pleasure as I slowly worked myself down onto it. I had kept my eyes closed so far but as I opened them.