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 mes... 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. She sat with her legs splayed wide, as she was probably a little sore from the fucking."Well, you had always wanted me to fuck and suck other men while you watched me being a fuckin' whore, guess you you’re your wish came true. Did you enjoy watching me suck that big, black cock, and then fuck another huge black dick?" She said as she took another sip of her soda."You have six used condoms in your hand there, slut. What do you propose to do with them?" I asked as I took in the scene of my now. I enjoyed the sensation of bringing myself to climax, and the feel of my warm cum, shooting out of the tip, spraying over my naked body... and then the taste...However, before I had the opportunity to think any more on such a subject, I was brought into the now by a delicate knocking on the hotel room door. Tap, tap, tap...Shit ! I wasn't quite ready ! I hadn't intended to be stark naked when you arrived. That was being a touch too presumptious I felt. After all, it had been five years and. She moved to the side of the bed, taking in the sight of the image waiting for her. Greg had a very muscular well-toned body which Cara loved as she took in the sight, her eyes moving to the outline of his huge cock, already erect and waiting for her.As she got on the bed kneeling beside him, she covered his mouth with hers, their tongues probing deeply then retracting to accept the other's tongue. Reluctantly leaving her sweet lips, Greg kissed her neck and ears unable to get enough of this.