Nothing but the brightness of the infinite white emptiness that seemed to be the afterlife. Okay, so, I wasn’t exactly expecting seventy two virgins... And, honestly, I wasn’t sure what I’d do with seventy two virgins. Also, I was pretty sure that whole ‘seventy two virgins to martyrs’ thing was one of the weaker Hadiths.Post-life fun fact: A hadith is basically a written account that says, “Yo! Mohammad said that! Totes for reals, yo!” Some of them actually have lots of corroborating evidence so. ”“Well, I see squirrels eating them and they’re OK.”So she picked a bunch and washed, sliced and sautéed them for her dinner.Then she went out on the back porch and gave Spot, their dog, a double handful. Spot ate every bite. All morning long, she watched the dog. The wild mushrooms hadn’t affected him after a few hours, so she decided to use them.The meal was a great success. After everyone had finished, her daughter came in and whispered in her ear,“Mum, Spot is dead.”Trying to keep her head. Three strokes later, I finally pulled out, my cock coated with saliva, her eyes tearing. She led my now painfully hard cock to the aforementioned drooling pussy where I again pushed steadily inside, the way slickened by both Molly's prodigious nectar and Fanny's abundant spit."Oh God yes!" Molly moaned loudly. She must have felt my grip on her ass because she asked Fanny, "Can he tear the damn fake ass off?" Yes," Fanny chuckled. "Do you have any talcum powder?" she asked me."My make up case in. He opens my cage door and I crawl out and take his cock out of his jeans. No sooner is it in my mouth than I feel a stream of warm piss hitting the back of my throat. It's hard to keep up but I drink it all as I know what the consequences will be if I don't. "Good cunt" he says as he finishes. Now here's a bowl of oatmeal. "When you've finished go clean up and put on your party dress."I go to the bathroom, peel off the bodysuit, and pull the battery pack out of my ass and give it a clean. As.