Given to me by The Big Guy Himself.Hey, it beats going to the Hot Place, you know what I mean?My name is ... was ... Andrew Conner. There isn't a who...e lot I couldtell you about me as a living guy. I was a nobody, a tiny cog in themachine, and I don't think I ever did anything that helped another person.Boy, is that changed now.My job is like this. I get sent to a person who is in trouble. I can see,hear, and feel what they do, and I can access their memories so I figureout what's going on.But. "Frank, what the fuck is going on?" I could barely hear myself think above the cacophony outside. Chants of, "play Freebird" was deafening. I'm a Southern girl and required by law to like Skynyrd but even I didn't want to hear "Freebird" performed by the George Wallace marching band."These kind folks all saw our social media posts and want to see you. Your video went viral!" Frank gleefully said, providing exposition.I've been viral many times before, as the Health Dept. can attest, but never. I had someone to drive me home so I let loose and drank some more until we were simply revelling in the music and its vibrations. Time passed and from the look in her eyes she was in the mood for some ‘delicious all night fucking’ which she said to me through the throng of people and loud music. So I finished my beer and sought it best to head home for more of a good time. It had been a hot, humid, and sweaty night so far despite the winter cold. We have this entire house all to ourselves and. I had just gotten a mouthful of another man's cum.All six of them (my wife included, laughed at this) and then the next guy took his place in her cunt.My dick started to respond, hardening again and my wife gave it an occasional flick with her tongue.After the second guy came, he pulled out and another helping of cum splashed down on my face. I didn't try to avoid it this time. I just let it hit me on the cheek and felt some of it seeping into the corner of my mouth.By the time the third guy.