Was it years, later? Decades, maybe.There is no time when you're dead. Only now, forever...Another flash of memory.My mother, weeping at the kitchen s...nk, was holding a sheaf of medical papers in her hand. She stared at the papers as if they were a palpable enemy that she could rend, tear, or kill. Her tears were hard and angry – but soft, and almost helpless. Hindsight cleared up so much, and I now know the anguish she felt as the sterile, white forms pronounced her death sentence.For. While Meli workedher hips, the black woman leaned forward to begin sucking on Kaline'sunoccupied member, in doing so, she presented her ass for Nona's Indiandick to enter. The perverse tangle of bodies undulated in an eerilycoordinated fashion, each movement carefully calculated to bring pleasureto one genital or another.As he bathed in the euphoric sensations, Dhoran idly wondered how he hadmanaged to get to the point where he could move five bodiessimultaneously with enough deftness to fool. " Okay..."Together they trudged up the hill to his dorm. He scanned his ID to open the door and escorted her inside. They walked toward the lounge on the first floor.A few students were reading and studying. Reid took Monica's coat and scarf and regarded her -- she was wearing a white turtleneck under a knitted vest sweater, and jeans. She sat at the piano. "I'll play softly," she said. "It is after all a PIANOforte..." She lifted the lid, and warmed up with some scales and arpeggios."You have. The man was a friend of my husband from his club. They have known each othersince university. He is married to a woman who was also at university with bothof them. She is very beautiful with grace and poise although being the same ageas my husband she is, of course, older than me. My husband has not been marriedbefore, but I know that he has had women friends before me and will have hadsexual experience. We have never discussed such things, and before this womanwas in my house I had never given.