Khafi dair ke baad mei utha aur uski nighty ko uske gale thak le gaya aur uske stomach ko haatho se sahla raha tha aur woh ek damm mast ho gayi thi au... ek fish ke tarah tarap rahi thi phir meine uski bar ko bhi unhook kiya aur uske boobs ko haatho se masal raha tha kya mast chochii thi ek dam gulabi nipples mei ne nipples ko haatho sahlaya toh woh ek dam tight ho gaye thi aur ek point ki tarah uthi hui thi phir meine uski nipple ko kiss kiya aur choose ne laga ek baby ki tarah uski sase bahut. Now, please make love to me. I been going crazy the last week," I begged.Alex smiled, "I know. I have too." He pulled me back to his chest, kissing me hard and deep, passion swelling in both our breasts. I felt his hard cock pressing against me. I rubbed back, my pussy tingling from the sensations. Alex groaned and starting practically ripping our clothes off. Our clothes were soon s**ttered on the floor and we melted together, skin against hot skin."Please, Alex. Take me," I said.We fell on. As he looked around the room he noticed the last letter on the nightstand, pen still out, ink still wet. The skin seemed to be transparent on his right hand as he reached for the letter, and though he was sure the paper was within his grasp he couldn’t take hold of it, his hand was no longer there and it was as though his whole body was disappearing before his very eyes. With his left hand he lurched toward the paper and shaking, opened it to reveal the last words he may ever read from his. Near closing time on Friday, still stuck at work with wet panties, Harri’s fantasies were interrupted once again by the sudden voice of Mr Gordon. “Oh, hi Mr Gordon,” said a startled, blushing Harri, trying her best to not expose the wet patch on her work pants. Mr Gordon looked sombre today, much less amiable than usual. He had let a bit of stubble grow around his jawline, yet it somehow made him look younger; and had she not known, Harri wouldn’t have guessed that the big man was in his early.