It had not been my fault that I had died, but when is the one who passes away, the one who is guilty? I shall here, recount the story of my death, and...my afterlife to this day as best as I can:My deathday was my 20th birthday. A sad thought, but yet death, was possibly the best birthday gift I could have gotten.You see ever since I had been 15 I had been a well-known slut. I was guilty of i****t with my twin brother Chris, I had fucked seniors at my High school, a few teachers, to pass a test. "Ich wollte schon fragen wieso, aber ich lie? sie weiterreden. ErErkl?rung w?rde wohl gleich kommen."Nun sehen die Beine schon besser aus. Die Unterschenkel sind gut, dieKnie Ok. Die Oberschenkel sind zu schlank. Das hei?t, das Problem liegtfor allem um die H?fte herum. Aber das l?sst sich verdecken. Hier,ziehen Sie das an." Sie warf mir ein Kleidungsst?ck zu. So einenzielgerichteten, ziemlich sportlichen Wurf h?tte ich von ihr nichterwartet.Ich nahm das Kleidungsst?ck in die H?nde. Es war ein. All their fantasies, kinks and perversions were obtainable, and it seemed that nothing was beyond them. Walking along the building’s labyrinth of wide candlelit hallways, it soon became obvious to me that these people enjoyed exhibiting their capabilities and appetite to the full.Doors were left wide open, inviting in participants and watchers alike. In one room stood a solidly built man in his mid-thirties; he was naked and was masturbating before a circle of middle-aged women. Catcalls and. I moved a little lower and my tongue licked his asshole. I liked that too and it drove him crazy. He loved it when I put my tongue under the head of his dick and flicked it upwards. I began rapidly flicking my tongue under the head and I nibbled on it like I was trying to give it a hickey. He was going nuts and he put his hands on the back of my head and pulled me against his groin and held me tightly. I had his whole dick in my mouth! I tried to breathe and I struggled desperately, trying not.