‘Where the hell . . ‘ he croaked. The midday sun was streaming through the skylight above him. He tried to lift his head but his neck and back pro...ested. ‘Gawd!’ He groaned. He was still on the living room floor, his pants still wrapped around his ankles. Another attempt and he was finally in a sitting position. He had never felt this hung over, not even in his college days of debauchery. ‘Mr. Walker? Are you alright?’ Peter winced. It was Maria the housekeeper just coming in the front door.. "Missy broke down in heavy sobs.Chrissy sat down next to her and put her hands on her shoulders. "Sharon was dying, Missy. She had a rare form of cancer that invades the brain and spinal column with thousands of very tiny tumors. There is no way to treat it. It is excruciatingly painful and drugs won't help. But the worst part is that it takes away your mind long before your body dies a very slow, very painful death." Sharon decided that if fate had given her a painful death, she was going. My wife has a rather large ass for a white girl and they took their time going over every inch of it. Vince was turned on and had hard on before he lost his jeans. Out popped an impressive cock but nothing over the top huge. The director purposely started with a slightly average to above average cock so Sharyn could get comfortable in front of the camera. She began to take Vince's cock into her mouth slowly and surely as he moaned and groaned. Shar made special sure to lick his balls and extend. Funny how down here we measure things in minutes, and not miles. [PtC1] She fired up the CD player, and Boston Pops started playing. I liked it. She smiled, and said "One of Dad's favorites! This is a collection of Leroy Anderson's stuff that they did as a tribute to him. It's got Mom and Dad's favorite song – Forgotten Dreams - on it. It'll be on in a couple of minutes." Pretty song," I said, "he wrote Sleigh Ride, too, and a bunch of others." And that Typewriter Song too," laughed Krista..