And, if I did wake up, I figured on it being Purgatory or Hell. I’m not sure either would be any worse than my actual experience.I was dying of COVI...-19 thanks to the Corona-virus. No one here knows anything about it. Hell, no one here knows about SARS, the Ebola epidemic in Africa, or a myriad of things I was very familiar with. Maybe this is a dream as I die, but whatever it is, I find myself transported from April of 2020 back to June 19th, 1991. I’ve gone from being a 64-year-old man to a. 'Her body was small compared to his. It was her face that had captured his attention initially, high, round cheeks set upon a genetic profile that manifested her indigenous family origins. Her skin was smooth and deeply chocolate, not unlike his Basque hue.In his moments of reverie, he imagined caressing and fondling her during a late-night goodbye. Yet she was very proper in her relationship with him, giving way to good night kiss, but never more. He clearly wanted more of her, but work. Jessie looked down and was frustrated to note that despite his best efforts, almost a full inch of his fully erect phallus still lay outside the moist inviting confines of Nicole’s pussy. While she was still in a feverish state of arousal, he sensed that her climax was nearing its end as the convulsions of her vagina walls diminished in intensity and frequency. Seizing on this opportunity, he grasped her sweat slick thighs and repositioned himself before placing the full weight of his bulk. Sandy was kind of cute and I thought pretty damned nice. She had some nice parts that looked pretty nice too.I dated Sandy a few times an’ the more times we dated out, the more I wanted to sample those nice parts. I wasn’t havin’ any luck ‘cause mama-Lillian said Sandy shouldn’t give out samples before marriage. I really wanted to test those samples bad---real bad. I was hoping I wasn’t making a mistake, but you guessed it, I proposed.I should have had an inkling of what was to come, when.