He felt oddly calm. Does it hurt to die? he thought. I don't think so. Remember when you had the lower GI a few years back? One second you were on the...gurney, waiting for a doctor to shove a camera up your butt. The next you were awake in the recovery room putting on your clothes.I hope it's like that. God, I would have liked to see my folks again. And Jim and Nancy. And sit out at night with a beer and watch the sun set.I wish...The last thing that Bill Carter felt, before Death came walking. Then I applied soap over her neck, armpits, back, ass, navel, thighs, breast, hands, legs and even pussy. I had to do it twice to get rid of the massage oil.I dried her hair and other parts of her body,applied powder at her armpits and I took a purple thong from her travel bag and a pink lacy bra and made her wear that. Readers, it was very hard doing this task. I adjusted the bra such that ample amount of cleavage was visible. I helped her in wearing the underskirt. She took a pink colored bra. ”“I am still a bit unsure, but I want to explore some more, but I want to do it slowly, in my own time, I want you to just lay there and let me treat you now, is that OK?”“Fuck, yeah, you carry right on, boy.”With that, he moved closer, his chest coming to rest against my shoulders, I could feel his cock against the small of my back, his left hand reached over and started to caress my chest, his right hand was caressing my head. Slowly the left hand moved down to my stomach, and then lightly. Of course this single picture only confirmed to all the people in her class that all the rumors about MJ were true.That Michelle Jones was a massive slut for cock.It didn’t matter that she denied it. Michelle denying it had about as much effect as you’d think. Men would hit on her, expecting her to suck them off or fuck them. Normally she was one who shrugged off problems, but this was wearing on even the snarky teen; she was getting more depressed by the day, certain that this would stick with.