She said she had to do some shopping, and asked me to come with her. I agreed. We decided to meet at dadar station, it was rainy season and there were...heavy rains. I asked her what she want to shop she said she wants to buy some undergarments and asked me to help her to select a few. We both went to a shop and buyed some hot undergarments for her, I was imagining her in those. She had a sexy body after shopping we decided to go to Worli sea face and we took a Taxi. We both were almost wet I was. When Simon mentioned the size of his dick, Whitney almost dismissed it and immediately froze when his words processed in her mind. In a relaxed voice, Simon said that his penis was slightly over eight inches long and nearly equal in girth. Looking at him in disbelief, Whitney called Simon a liar, but she held disbelief of her own words in her accusation.Simon finished projecting an image on his screen before he slid back from his computer, stood up, and unbuckled his pants. Whitney looked away. That was too much, and I blew a huge load in the shower stall. In my mid orgasm, I fumbled with my left hand, while stroking with the right, and dropped my red rubber toy on the floor. In the midst of my ecstasy, I heard the conversation across from me stop mid-sentence. I thought nothing of it, and I reached down and put my toy on the shower shelf. I proceeded to clean my gaped asshole and cream covered cock. I heard the two guys turn off their showers. Then, some whispering as they walked. ..For a long time I knew I was dead, and then I realized that this thing that I was - wasn't death!I knew I wasn't alive, but I also knew I wasn't dead...All this dying was killing me!How can one be dead, but not dead? That was a tough question to work through, especially in my dead state, which seemed quite dead, even though I was not quite totally dead. The conundrum returned. Each time I died, I wasn't dead. My deadness was quite live, but my alive-ness wasn't all that alive.So there I was,.