I tried to make my voice sound as sweet as I could. “But would you mind if I sucked on your big beautiful black cock for a little while?” Carl�...�s smile got a little bigger. He looked down to his fully erect cock, then back up to me. “Well, I suppose if you really want to, I guess I can let you for a little bit at least.” He then reached out and brushed my loose bangs out of my eyes. “You sure are a pretty little thing after all. It would almost be a sin to not let you wrap that sweet young. Even though we were early there were others already in the hall.Ambassador Morrison introduced us to his wife Abigail and to Ambassador Fauntroy’s wife Camilla. Others began trickling in - the Ambassador’s and their wives from Germany, France, Spain, Israel, South Korea, Japan, South Africa, Kenya, India and Indonesia.Uganda’s equivalent to our Secretary of State also made an appearance. I had stopped by his office with Bernardi on my first day to be told he was out of the country for a few. D., dead.What did I remember about dying???The first time I died was the genesis of all the dying I did after that. Once upon a time – in the future, apparently – I was Carl Fleming.Then I died.What did I remember about dying in general, or dying this time? That is a very good question. When you’ve died as many times as I did the causes of all of that dying can become rather confusing. I was pretty sure that I died of natural causes, which was a huge change from all the other times I’d died.My. He wanted to see his mother look and act like the whore she was.“You are a nasty girl! Look at all these filthy toys. You are such a whore, mother. Spread those legs wide. I want to lick you and fuck you with my tongue.”David’s mother lay still on the bed while her son licked her pussy and played with her cunt. He moved his tongue all over her pussy lips and found her clit, and worked hard to make her moan.“David! Fuck! You are so good at this. I’m going to cum! Fucking hell!”“Not yet!.