Though wearing a light, open trench coat, SHE was obviously very pretty with well matched full C-cups and a small waist. In fact, she was a near clone...to the very beautiful Kate Beckingsale with her long hair over one shoulder and pert ski slope nose. Yum!She turned to face the door, oddly choosing to stand despite the many free seats, and presented a sweet view of her high, plump ass. I relished seeing that ass without its cover up. My dick would have twitched as much even if I were coming. ’ ‘What’s even more amazing and kind of sad for her is that, by their agreement, he never had to go down on her because there never was a story that he started that he did not finish.’ ‘So, how did he die?’ ‘He died peacefully while she blew him for the last time.’ ‘That’s how I want to go with my cock in a woman’s mouth. Way to go, Freddie. Rest in peace, Bostonfictionwriter.’ * Premature Death: ‘Wow! Look at this! I can’t believe it. It made the front page of today’s newspaper.’ ‘What did?’. I phoned Wanda, just to let her know what was happening. She said there was nothing I needed to know about.Mercy talked to the manager at the Holiday Inn, who cheerfully agreed to have his best assistant, Jodie, all packed and ready to catch the next plane to Vegas.I spoke to Tiny next."I think you need to get out here to the Junction and sort out all the financial issues," I told himTiny chuckled."I was just waiting for an invitation," he replied. "However, I think you don't need both Ben and. She appeared to be turned on but her hands were steady and her breathing only slightly elevated. I felt like I’d scaled thirty flights of stairs underwater and then been thrown from the top of a building. How the fuck can she look so calm, I thought.“I can feel your eyes burning a hole in my temple,” she remarked teasingly. “What is it you want to know?”“Don’t you want an orgasm too?” “Of course I do. I’m not dead, am I?” she wryly answered.No sir, that she was not. “Can I do it?” I was eager.