A glorious day - one full year of love and happiness. Three hundred and sixty four days we had lived and shared our lives together. Our life seemed pe...fect, our marriage solid, and our happiness glorious.We made love on our wedding night with hurried passion, as if this long awaited wedding was simply a dream. The next day, in a small bed and breakfast in Holland, we went slow and made passionate love that lasted for hours.Those days will always be remembered with great fondness.It was on our. It was thrilling. It was wickedly erotic. The huge cock pounding away into her stuffed pussy hurt just right, and she was being used and abused in the kind of way that made her cum hardest. She reveled in it, wallowed in it, glorified in her own wretchedly devious sexuality. And above it all, best of all, most amazingly gratifying and delightful of all… it was Rael. Master Rael. The man she had grown to love above all things. The thought resonated in her head, in that fuzzy yet sharp sort of. I’ve since figured-out that it was cock-cheese, but at that moment, I had no idea what the disgusting taste filling my mouth was. It was salty and sour and bitter and tasted rotten. I remember trying to pull my mouth away, but Sam wouldn’t let me. It didn’t take him long. Less than a minute after he’d yanked-back his foreskin and started stroking himself a bit, moving the uncovered head of his cock around in my mouth, he started to pant and I could feel his cock puffing-up even more. Carl was leaning forward in his belt and was not moving. Brenda had been dazed but had started to come around. Ron pushed Carl into a sitting position and saw that he was dead. He had probably been dead when the plane hit."My God," Brenda screamed, "They're dead."Ron unbuckled himself and crawled over the top of the seats and got the raft. He kicked the rest of the windshield out and stuck his body out to inflate the raft. The raft inflated and Ron turned to Brenda. Brenda was reaching past him.