"Terminal illness," he had called it. A death sentence.James muttered faint whispers over and over, the words obscured by the sound of his heavy breat...ing. It took him a while before he could actually speak aloud the phrase that had been so forcefully taking over his mind since he had heard his prognosis."Death shall not take me," he muttered. "Death shall never take me."He had watched others taken by Death. He had watched as his sister's glowing face was shrouded by the cloak of Death, his. Turned out that she had been aborting my brats at the rate of one every three years or so. She left me after getting knocked up by her boss ... turned out that she went out of her way to make sure that she conceived by another man instead of me. Wanna know what she said to me as she left?”“What?” I asked him out of morbid curiosity.“Her last words to me were, ‘My only regret is that I didn’t make you get a vasectomy, so that I could prevent you from ever reproducing at all. A dirty old man like. I walked into the crowded hall full of old high school students and glanced around at the laid out buffet on the tables where people were chatting, laughing, drinking and eating. I walked on over to the table of white champagne and took a glass and sipped it."Hello, Jessie," said a female, silky voice from behind.I turned around and I nearly dropped the glass to the floor. Standing in front of me was Melissa George looking drop dead gorgeous in a silver dress and her long chestnut brown hair. ”“Jazz was thrusting deep inside her and she could feel his knot banging against her cunt, she called to him, telling him he was a good boy, telling him to try harder. She pushed back hard to meet each thrust, the dog was clawing at her side risking tearing her top but she was past caring. With one mighty lunge his knot entered her, she cried out as the massive object forced her cunt wider than ever before.”“She always said that first time with a dog was her best orgasm ever, and when he.