It's kind of like one of those vacations to an obscure little Pacific island. Once there it's Paradise, but getting there is a royal pain in the ass, ...r in my case in the chest.When you're dead, there is no more pain, and that's a good thing. The flip side is there isn't much in the way of physical sensation of the pleasurable kind either. What you have is your mind, your thoughts, your emotions. Those go on in full cinematic glory, no escaping. In a sense it's even worse than being alive. She smiled and kept going faster. I knew she would try to rip me off taking advantage of that but I was so horny I did not care.She then asked if for some more money I wanted to fuck her... I said yes, so she got out of the car, went behing some bushes, put a condom on me and asked me to fuck her. I was very nervous that someone would see us and was very clumsy. I think she got annoyed so she finally told me the price of the motel and that she would not charge me extra. So I decided to go.We. In the corner of my eye I could see that he seemed hesitant for a few moments but in the end resigned and took off his jacket. Under his jacket he had a tight sweater which made it obvious that he needed to gain a few pounds.Stormy ate the bacon and eggs like he hadn't eaten in a decade and it felt pleasing to watch him eat. I took a good look at Story and the best description of him is that he looked like a nice person. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he had that gentle and honest aura. I started stroking my cock when just as I was about to cum my phone vibrated. I stopped for a second and paused the video.I picked up my phone and saw that it was Marcus. Instead of just letting it ring I answered."Hey, bitch," he said in his deep voice."Dude, stop calling and texting me. I don't want to blow you," I snapped on the phone."You weren't thinking that way last night. You were on your knees fixing to be all over my big black cock. Now tell me that that doesn't excite you at all,".