. I never knew being dead could HURT so much.Why does it hurt so much?“I think he is coming out of it,” I heard a female voice say. “Mr. Wilson?...Mr. Wilson? You are going to be okay.”“Okay?” Is that what I heard, “Okay?” I would think if you are dead, it would either mean things are going to be wonderful (heaven), or things are going to be awful (hell), but not just “okay.”And why would the angels ... or demons ... be calling me “Mr. Wilson?” Isn’t my name supposed to be written down in some. I went into our room to shower and noticed clothes already laid out on the bed for me. I took my shower and thought of how good Renu looked, but remembering that the dress had a couple of buttons that would not stay buttoned. I got dressed and walked out into the living room ready to go. Renu gave me a big kiss and said she was glad it was Friday night. On the way to the restaurant Renu unbuttoned the top two buttons on her dress revealing a little cleavage. I could not help but notice the bra. Infatigable, il m’éclate le cul pendant plus de dix minutes, ne s’arrêtant que pour sortir entièrement sa verge et la replanter toujours plus vi0lemment. Je jouis du trou en râlant comme une femelle. Comme il coulisse trop facilement dans mon orifice complètement dilaté, il l’écartèle en glissant deux doigts de chaque main le long de sa verge ce qui m’arrache de nouveaux gémissements de souffrance. J’ai l’impression qu’il vient de me déchirer. Il m’attr@pe alors soudain par les cheveux et me. "I quickly removed my shirt.I fastened the bra clasp in the front, then spun it around and put myarms through the straps. It was a bad fit, but I could feel pre-cumstarting to stain my shorts. When I pulled them off and eased into hersoft panties, handing her my underwear, she saw the damp spot andgiggled again.I fumbled with the blouse and it took me a second to fasten thebuttons, the backwards buttons, in their correct holes.She told me to step out into the light of the office and I did as.