Three months on, my house was being redone with new bathroom, newbedroom furniture and would then be redecorated.My new Mini arrived.My hair was now a...l my own, I no longer needed the hair piece.My spreadsheet had lots ticked off.My diary come journal was filling with information.I was back cycling with the group.I remembered a story from one of my friends when I was in my teens. Heworked for a telecom company and one day he was out working up atelegraph pole, his partner had taken the van down. My body was rocked with pain from my clit as the men fucked me. My body was trembling with exhaustion and pain but that didn't stop them from having fun with me. The one fucking my ass pounded me extra hard as he emptied his cum into my bowels. The guy fucking my mouth was next to finish filling me mouth with warm sticky cum, all of which I drank down.That left only the one I was riding, the one causing me the pain. He was holding my hips controlling how hard and fast I was to fuck him. Pulling. Otherwise, John is gone.Tomorrow is never assured and may not happen. Existing purely as myself, tomorrow either exists for me, or it doesn’t exist. When a normal man exits the world, the world, to a small extent, goes on mourning him. Remembering him. As a prayer I heard at the death of Suzie’s grandfather put it:So long as we live, they, too, shall live, for they are now a part of us, as we remember them.You are not truly lost until the last person who remembers you forgets you. Since I am a. ” Alyssa pulled Carmen until she fell on top of her and they kissed passionately. Alyssa’s body was still shaking, her orgasm not fully over yet. Carmen laughed a little between kisses. “Did you enjoy that?” She couldn’t get over how excited Alyssa had become. “Mmhmm.” Alyssa confirmed. Then she quickly flipped their bodies over, so that she was on top of Carmen. “But you are in so much trouble now.” Carmen flashed a devious grin across her face. “Oh, really?” “Yeah,” Alyssa reciprocated.