As I melted away into nothingness I wondered about the futility of it all. What about heaven? What about hell? Did any of it mean anything?MasonHunger...is a funny thing. It affects us all differently. Some people get really testy when they're hungry and others get tired. Some of us respond to hunger like there's a dinner bell ringing behind them, and other look at it like it's merely a suggestion. Some of us are vegetarians, who wouldn't touch meat to save their lives. Others think that no meal. I could hear whispering and a wet noise that made me peer through the crack in the door, and it turns out my wife was sliding her hand up and down his cock while he kissed her.They both whispered to each other as I watched on and saw his hand wandering under her blouse and gently squeeze her boob. Then her head lowered onto his lap as I saw her wrap her lips around the head of his cock and suckle on it, before moving downwards to swallow the rest of him.All I could see was my wifes head bobbing. He joined me for about half hour until we decided to go to the beach. We went upstairs to get sorted, different towels etc. And I went to change bikinis. There was no reason to do this, I just wanted to see if he watched. Sure enough, we went to the room and I slid out of it, standing nude in front of him. Straight away I saw a bulge in his shorts. "I think you need to do something about that," I said to him. With that he grinned and dropped his shorts. There we were, both naked again. He. He simply walked in.Once inside, a woman said, “quickly now, mirror is over there, fix whatever needs to be fixed before I take your photo. Once I take it, it will be yours for the remainder of the year, even if you lose it. Your photo will be on file, so we don’t have to do this again.”Stacy didn’t even glance at the mirror, he just handed the woman his papers and sat down in front of the camera.The woman quickly snapped his pic and entered his student number into the key pad. What he didn’t.