It should also be noted I do go back and edit and correct things over time to make them sound better or closer to what I might have been trying to say... if it seems confusing when I come across lines. So please understand this is all just a growing story I alter a bit here and there!)You are a boy of your late teens eighteen to be exact, and you live in a small country wedge between what use to be the USSR or Russia, and China. Your country use to be called Mongolia. Your people use to be one of. I could feel her ghost shift. She was rootless now that I had experienced--and accepted the burden of her death. She was a blank slate, ready for her final experience. Like all dead, she gravitated towards her once mortal remains, and as the Second Man composed her body on the bed I could feel her settle once more.His touch was as gentle as a lover's as he lifted her/me up and removed the torn and stained night gown. He plucked a sponge from a nearby bowl of warm water, and starting with her. Not having looked at my watch before the blast it did me no good to check now ... I checked anyway.Yes, yes, yes. I know. Nobody wears a watch ... not when the internet runs on atomic time. I’m old and my Patek Philippe Grand Complication Blue Dial Chronograph Men’s Watch hand wound suited my wrist. It only loses three seconds a year and I can check it on the internet.Sure it was spendy ... so I went a little overboard ... it’s not every day that the United States pays an inventor a hundred. She turned around, bent over the bed and said... fuck momma baby, fuck this fucking pussy hard you son of a bitch! I yanked my shorts and underwear off, grabbed my throbbing hard cock and put the tip to her hole and HOLY SHIT she was fucking tight as FUCK! I am almost cam as I pushed it in her... FUCK that pussy is tight I said...FUCK ME DAMN IT she yelled out... I grabbed a hand full of hair, yanked back and slammed the fuck out of that hairy wet black pussy! OH FUCK she screamed out LOUD!...