Lund ko bahar nikal kar Fatima boli,’ bhabi, bhaiya ne teri gaand ko to nihal kar diya hai, sali kaya chudai hui hai teri gaand ki, aur kaya pani ch...ora tha teri chut ne mera muhn bhar gaya tha, ab meri bari hai bhabi, bhaiya ko bolo ki mrei bhi gaand chod den, please bhaiya, meri gaand ki khujli mita do mere bhai.’ Maani Fatima ki hawas bharakati dekh kar muskurayi aur Abdul se boli’ raja, teri behn bhi gaand marwane ke liye tadap rahi hai, iski ki bhi garmi shant kar dalo aaj, tumhara lauda. She covered her face with her hands out of shy and blush. I went up and removed her hands and kissed her to make comfortable and whispered in her ears saying “you gonna love it baby” she replied with a kiss on my cheek.I wanted to tease her so went down to her feet instead of pussy and started liking and kissing her feet, then slowly moved towards up kissing not even leaving an inch of her legs and came to her inner thighs and started biting and chewing those spongy thighs she was making some. Unlike Grandma Kaitlin, who we pretended was dead while in the mortal world, a world to which she had no intentions of ever returning, but who was in fact still very much alive, Grandpa Dick had indeed died. In a car accident. Perhaps it took a violent death to actually kill our kind, since aging didn't really mean much to us. At any rate, I did, of course, grow some stubble, and let my hair grow out a few inches. Mom kissed my shoulder, gave my ass a light tap, and walked back to the. I couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t cold. 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 eternity 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.