Robert-san brought in a cardiologist from Tokyo to see him. Congestive heart failure. The signs were so obvious that even a third-year medical student...could recognize them. And Hiro-san knew. He chose the exact time, place, and circumstances of his own death without it being suicide. I don’t know what more anyone could ask for.”“And the funeral?” Kara asked.“Next week. It takes time. But I did get to participate in the wake, which was, to me, the important part. I was up literally all night,. I kept a steady, deliberate pace of throat fucking, in order both for Susie to accommodate to this invasion of her hitherto innocent gullet, and allow her to interpose breaths between my occupancies of her airway. In any event, I was certainly enjoying myself, and was in no hurry to conclude this phase of the festivities. Besides, if I prolonged this throat fucking sufficiently, Marie would obtain great cinematic footage for us to enjoy together, later, at our leisure. Marie zoomed in, to. They set another date the following Saturday. Her single boyfriend had stopped over that afternoon and lust got the better of her. She chased him out with no time to straighten up the bed before her husband picked her up for dinner.He wanted to go back to “their” house after the meal and she offered him some of his favorite whiskey while she poured a big glass of wine for herself. As they sat in the family room, she felt a little funny, thinking of another man’s sperm still swimming around. " She confessed. I knew that meant that she was thinking about my father.She wore a nightgown and I knelt on the bed next to her ready to administer a massage."You can sit on my bum, honey, I won't break," she said with a giggle.I shucked off my pajama bottoms to keep the long legs from encumbering me and also so that we would have more skin contact. I straddled her hips and settled my cock and balls against her panties. The soft warm buns were a joy under me as I leaned forward to begin smooth.