..All this dying was killing me!How can one be dead, but not dead? That was a tough question to work through, especially in my dead state, which seeme... quite dead, even though I was not quite totally dead. The conundrum returned. Each time I died, I wasn't dead. My deadness was quite live, but my alive-ness wasn't all that alive.So there I was, with all this dead-i-tivity, surrounded by a lot of nothing, in nowhere, contemplating all the dead people I went through in my lives. Just cataloging. ”“I’ll bet!” Jacob spanked her bum lightly. “Come on my sweet.”“Fine… if I must.” Gabby slowly crawled off her lover. She picked up his shirt off the ground and slipped it on. Jacob stood to retrieve his boxers she’d removed off him. They walked down the stairs hand in hand making their way to the kitchen. Gabby reclaimed her spot on the stool and watched as Jacob got two spoons from the drawer and some Cherry Garcia out of the freezer. “My favorite!” Gabby said taking a spoonful into her. He smiled and patted his waist cloth, he had a boxer which was torn. He started massaging his cock in front of me and it started getting hard. His cock when erect was about 5 inches and thin, black but it was clean. I nodded at him and I called Sona before we were about to come to get ready and to wear a blindfold. We reached the guest house in his rickshaw and we reached our room. I had ordered her to sit on the sofa in her mini skirt and heels.His mouth was literally hanging open. He gave me. I stood there, drinking it in silently, wondering what it would feel like to be inside of it. Why, I have no idea. I’d never had any inclination to try anything even remotely kinky in my life. My fantasies were probably, compared to most girls my age, pretty boring. The typical romantic fluff with certain celebrities or guys from my classes that I thought were hot. And all unfulfilled. The farthest I’d ever let anyone get with me was the proverbial second base. "If you’d like, I’ll show you how.