Can't we just start afresh?"Her eyes were wide open and she looked at me with a tentative, questioning smile that made feel warm."Of course we can." H...w could I refuse such a request?Her smile grew bright, and she raised her wine cup. "To a new year and a new friendship!"I clinked my cup to hers and repeated her words.She giggled and cried "Bottoms up!"* * *We had a good time and chatted about our classmates, holidays, new clothes styles and whatever came to our minds. I was secretly astounded. My stepmom is very pretty, fairly tall, blond, and very curvy. A MILF. Her daughters are smaller versions of her, Allison is sixteen, a year younger than I am and her little sister, Erica, is thirteen.Not long after they got engaged, about four months ago, I met my future stepmom and her daughters. Allison, the sixteen-year old, was a knockout, really pretty, blond like her mom, nice boobs, pretty complexion. It was nice to meet her, for sure.Her little sister was also blond, little boobs, and. Although she’d been after him to beat her more regularly with the whip, he had refused. Now her skin was utterly flawless. There was not a mark or blemish on it anywhere. After lightly running his fingertips over her sweat-slickened body he told her so.She just grinned and held out her hands. When he took them she pulled him to his feet and walked him over to the pool. “Just 1,500 meters, Master?” she asked with a quirky grin. “You can do that, surely.” Reaching down behind her he gripped one. How long was she not breathing before that, and ... what stopped her heart to start with? Was it the wreck? But if it was an overdose, which I strongly suspect, then whatever she took might have truly ended her life, no matter how diligent you people were, or what I managed to do for her. CPR doesn't fix what's wrong, just maintains life until a doctor can, maybe ... take care of the problem. So the answer is: no way to tell yet. Nothing we can do except keep her body going until we get to the.