"'Meet Joe Black.' Hmmm, good taste," I had commented. "One of my favorite actors." Brad Pitt?" Heavens, no. Anthony Hopkins. Pitt was wasted in his r...le, except briefly before he was killed. They should have cast Val Kilmer--he does the strong, silent type better. Claire Forlanni wasn't bad, but she wasn't spectacular." I liked her better in 'Mallrats.'" Ah yes. The coming-out film for Shannen Doherty that wasn't." Settle down. The movie's starting."One of the reasons 'Meet Joe Black' had made. It was raining and the air was misty but he remained dry. His hair was obstructing his view, but was browner than before. This wasn't his room, he wasn't in his bed. "Where am I?" he thought to himself. Behind him he heard a familiar male voice, he turned his head sharply to acknowledge the voice, and when he did he felt a soft object swaying by the back of his neck that was attached near the top of his head. "What the-?" was all he could utter before his mind registered the sound of his voice. Pat’s clit was extended like a mini penis, I could feel it rub on my body.Soon Pat had me between her legs, her pussy was flowing, she called me sweetie and honey as she told me to make her cum. I did my best, her bush absorbing her pussy juice and what I found the next day, actually roughed my face and chin.My mouth and fingers brought Pat to a climax. She was very happy with me. Pat then said she was going to fuck me.She went to a walk in closet and came out with a harness and large black. Despite his hairy legs, the nurse could now see his denuded pubes, ripped of almost all its hair, except a few scraggly tufts high above the dickroot - no more than five or six hairs in each clump. He raised his hands further, revealing similarly stripped armpits, wet with perspiration."Good. Feel better?" She asked blithely. He shook his head, crushingly exposed. "Well, with time perhaps. Now if your arms get tired, just drop them behind your head and hold on to your neck." Nesto did.