He puts his mat trace on the floor and lays down, bids me good night and sleeps, I also call it a night, I wake up before him and do my daily chores, ... take my shower and walk into the room wearing a towel as my clothes are in the room, I am standing at the window in my towel and he wakes up and wishes me good morning, I am startled and my towel falls down, I am completely butt naked in front of him, I calmly pick up my towel and put it back again around my waist. He says sorry and I tell him. .” She was trying to talk me back to alertness, having confused my short attention span for oncoming unconsciousness. She brushed her hand across my face and kept speaking, urging me to try and remain awake.Her hand felt like a spring breeze as she brushed a stray hair off face. My hormones responded to her kindness and beauty. I felt myself wakening more by the minute and Tara seemed to come alive as I did.The troubling thing was that even as I accepted my death as Phil Rasmussen and the grief. After some time, I cummed into her mouth and she drank it completely. But I didn’t take my dick out of her mouth. Then I pissed in her mouth and she drank that also without hesitating. After that, we took a shower again and cleaned each other and went to the bedroom after drying each other.Still I wanted to do something more. So I went to her kitchen and brought some ice. She was shocked and said no to that. But I took ice and inserted that into her ass hole to which she shouted. But I gave her. He gaveup resisting and thrust hard against me while practically yelling, "Ah!Ah! Ah!" over and over. I kept on grinding until finally he more or lesscollapsed and I led him to the bed.Jim held his face in his hands. I pulled them away. "Jim, it's OK! It's agreat compliment! Relax!" I reached into his briefs and scooped out someof his cum on my finger and made a show of licking it off. My first taste- warm, thick, not bad really! "See? I'm not some woman who'sdisappointed, I love it that I.