We supervise their shell while their spirit floats away and then we cover them with a sheet, wheel them down the hall, and place them in the morgue. W...ile they die we push drugs into veins, rush around, feel we can stop the whole natural process, do our best to defy God, and realize sometimes God won’t be defied. He died last night, but I don’t remember his name. I asked for it a dozen times while I completed the paperwork, but I still don’t recall. We performed the death dance, we worked all. I'm gonna play with these huge balls while I lick your cock down one side and up the other. Will you let this married white slut do that.DaRon: fuck, you say the nicest things. Wanna suck my nuts.Susan: god they're so big and beautiful. I think this will be the first time I couldn't fit both in my mouth. Did you ever have your big balls licked and sucked at the same time?DaRon: I've never had either of those things done especially while you're pumping my shaft.Susan: married white woman strikes. Wouldn’t that be construed to be disrespect? I thought myself. What if I offered her a drink? Another thought. I was pretty sure she had not tried alcohol before but she could now. After gathering some courage I asked her “Mama, aap kuch lengi?”She turned towards me and with her trademark dry smile asked “Kya Kya hai?Coke, Iced Tea.” I really did not have any soda but even if I had I would have said no. I wanted to see if she is going to try the alcohol. Nahi mama, coke to nahi hai. Ummm. Beer,. Through the masculine hierachy of the golf world into the National Olympic Organisation and so on. Well, nothing would have prepared me to what happened next. After an initial introduction that went very well indeed, I was lead by the club secretary into the members' bar. It was still empty because of the time of day and week. We sat down at a little corner table. When the barman came to our table she asked me what I would drink and I asked for a coffee. With that said she left me to go with.