Hell, it is going to be spectacular. I wonder how many days the story will make it on the front page before someone else does something even more spec...acular.I guess you could say that I'm being used. But I don't know if that's true either. See, the way I see it, I'm using them. The fact that they'll survive and I won't is beside the point. You see, I want to die. Yep, it's true. I want to die. I have no reason to go on living and no one will miss me.My foster parents? Yeah right. They'll be. But there were moments when I doubted my ability to take his cock up my ass when the time came. I had created the whole scenario in my head when I would I would spring it on him. Each new item introduced up my perplexed asshole made me seriously doubt this gift but I lay there as Shannon did her job, which happily did while masturbating herself. I buried my face into the pillow and moaned, but it was not with pleasure. After each session my ass was sore as hell and I walked home with a slow and. Jim looked very svelte and healthy. His cardiologist was clearly on the right track with whatever treatment strategies he was employing. Millie looked like she was suffering from severe arthritis. It hurt to see her struggle to walk to their table and carefully sit down.I wanted to hug them so badly.Without tipping off my bride, or George as to what caused me to be so distracted, I watched them both, albeit surreptitiously. George handled the conversation at our table while I contributed as. I pushed his chair into the lift. He prodded the button for the fourth floor with the end of his walking stick. The ancient lift gave a shudder and started upwards with a whine of an electric motor and a hiss of cable. It stopped at the fourth floor without taking the trouble to slow down first. Snell's chair bounced and fell back with a thump. He didn't seem bothered. I pushed him out of the lift and took the route indicated by the gestures of his stick down the corridor. Confronted by one of.