Hi everybody. My name is Ralph O'Rouke. (Yes I get kidded about it.) Myfriend's was Steve Becker. It is now Stephanie. This is how Stevebecame Stephan...e.It was Friday. We were finished with work for the week. We went to thePirate's Roost Bar and Grill. The owner liked old style sailing shipsand he felt the name gave the place a style all it's own. The nauticaltheme did fit in due to the fact it was near the harbor. The owner evenhad his desktop and the bar top made from a deck of a shipwreck. .” Ruth-Ann was aware of Jennifer talking, but could not understand what she was saying. She was so involved with her first act of cunnilingus that nothing else mattered. She could feel Jennifer start to tremble, and her legs begin to give way. She wanted to make her friend come. She wanted to feel that pussy squeeze her fingers as she thrust them inside. Keep running circles around her clit with her tongue, and keep those fingers sliding in and out of that beautiful hole. He shoulder was. After I had been gone for about 20 minutes he became worried. He came out of the hut and called out to me. “Gail, Gail, where are you. Are you alright.” “I’m over here Ron. I slipped and can’t move my legs.” He followed my voice and found me. It took him about half an hour to dislodge me from the crevice but I could not stand on my legs when he put me on the ground. He carried me into the hut and checked my leg.“Well, it looks as though you may have an broken ankle sweetie, he said. I will. There she was, sitting at her usual spot in the cafe as if nothing had ever happened. It was as if she hadn’t died from lung cancer, spending her last hours, days, weeks, and months in agony and regret. Why nobody noticed her, I couldn’t tell you. They walked by us as if we weren’t there at all. There she was, prettier than ever, but then the afterlife must not take the same toll on the soul as this world did on the body.“Happy Mother’s Day, Mom,” I told my mother at last, wondering if people.