, dead.What did I remember about dying???The first time I died was the genesis of all the dying I did after that. Once upon a time – in the future, ...pparently – I was Carl Fleming.Then I died.What did I remember about dying in general, or dying this time? That is a very good question. When you’ve died as many times as I did the causes of all of that dying can become rather confusing. I was pretty sure that I died of natural causes, which was a huge change from all the other times I’d died.My. I explained what was happening there and that I’d need a few days to recover after I got home. My last night there was a marathon session; followed by him staying overnight [his wife was out of town] then waking up to BBC morning wood! Damn…what a way to wake up! He had huge loads; the one in the morning was no exception. I spent well over an hour on my back while he took his time really screwing my brains out. I rode home leaking a lot and sitting on a pretty sore ass.One of the things that. She quickly rolled up her window, but the damage was done, her white tank top had black spots all over it. i broke the silence by laughing, and she noticed what i was laughing at and she smiled. we came up to a clearing and i slowed down, whipped the turn and power slid into the grass, which had her sliding into me and giggling. i wrapped my arm around her and she snuggled into me as i headed back the way i came, being sure to go through every mud pit and hole i could find. by the time we hit. ” Cindy laughed and said, “baby, we can fix this, its not a big problem.” “What do you mean fix it?” Ashley said a little confused. “Well we just have to shave your pussy.” Cindy used the word “pussy” on purpose to see what kind of reaction Ashley had. Ashley upon hearing her mother use that word was a little stunned. Cindy didn’t wait for Ashley to respond and said, “Look I’ll show you how it will look when we are done.” With that statement Cindy stood up and unbuttoned her jeans and let them.