Why didn’t he come back? Didn’t he know she’d do anything he wanted, as long as he didn’t leave her alone here any longer? She quieted her ...reathing as much as she could and strained to listen, hoping desperately to hear the sound of his returning footsteps. Nothing. She was cold now, and her calves and shoulders ached terribly. Suddenly she heard, through the wall, a barely audible sound. The cash register opening, she thought. But he had already closed out the register, why would he… . She came to town a few times after the baby was born for checkups and we got to do everything we had done before only when I suckled her breasts I got the milk from her made for our love child. I could not believe when I saw him I had made him. He was a wonder for me and I found it hard not to want to show openly my love for him and his mother. He didnt look like me so far and he didn't look like her husband either, maybe later some resemblance would show. Most times he was asleep in the same. My thong panties were soaking wet and he revelled in the moisture. I felt the tiny scrap of material being pulled to one side and his finger sliding into my sleek wetness. "You are so wet" he whispered as he tapped on my clit. I lifted myself off the blanket we had spread on the beach to sit on and pushed my jeans down over my hips. I felt him grab my thong and rip it off my body. "I'll take great pleasure in buying you a new pair" he told me as I gasped as I felt the cool air rush over. I need to hurry! I can feel it’s almost my time! I need to tell you these things!I don’t have any idea what I’m saying except that I know... I Have To Tell You!Now I know I died! I can tell.Everything feels different. Take my eyes, for instance. My eyeglasses fell off in the stampede, but I can see just like I had a brand new prescription pair. Better than that, maybe. It’s better than even before I needed glasses. Then there is my bad leg, where my Dad hit me with the lawn mower back when I.