You run across too many unexamined corners in the darkness on that kind of journey, too many choices best left undisturbed. So not a trip, nor a journ...y. What the hell do you call running away from memory? From memories of a life cut short. Pain comes to mind. The pain that comes from memories you can’t shove out of your mind. Memories so full of life you can’t even breathe without them. Anyway, with Manhattan behind me I slipped into the Atlantic, made the quick sail down the Jersey coast to. This turned her on so much that own her cunt juice was running down her thigh and she needed someone to fill it for her. She called out, “I need something in my cunt, anyone? Kevin was the first one to her and shoved his erect cock to the hilt as she moaned from the fullness. Her arms were getting tired and then noticed that when Kevin fucked into her she would move forward so she straightened her arms and let their movements do the work. Cathy looked up to see Kevin fucking his sister and lost. I would still have faded from everyone's memory within the blink of an eye. I even considered trying to get a job as a fetish model, but realistically, I'm not that attractive, only average.That's where Joel came in. Getting mildly drunk one night, we got talking about mortality and what we'd like to do before we die. I told him all this, about how I wanted to show off my body while people would still want to see it. I even told him about my stupid modelling idea. That's when he told me about. I brought my hand up into our kiss and inserted my finger into his mouth. He sucked on it as I had done to him; coating it in spit and making it all nice and wet. I pulled my fingers out of his mouth and let them down to between his legs. I went back to his hole and felt his finger still going at it. I put my finger tip to his hole and pushed it in. Our fingers danced with each other up his ass, we slid against each other reacting with a perfect rhythm. I felt my finger slide along his anal.