I wanted to shoot myself and get it over with, but she insisted me that I should live life best I could, not commit suicide."You should go home and re...t, and think: what have you always wanted to do?" So I went home and thought. The one thing I wanted to do was marry before I died. But what girl wanted to get hitched without knowing me? Who?Then I found her. Sarah Billmans. She saw an ad I put in the newspaper and contacted me. She said how sorry she was and said she'd marry me on one. He kept his eyes closed from the intense sunlight, so he didn't noticed me staring at him. Mr. Smith oozed sexiness. He had a circular, shaved head and tan skin. His hairy chest was sweating and looked hotter than ever. His slight pot belly went up and down as he inhaled and exhaled air. His thick, hairy thighs were covered with sun tan lotion. He put both of his arms behind his head and revealed his bushy armpits. I finally saw his big, suck-able cock hanging between his legs. I always knew. She had no inhibitions about using it in all those places that made me wiggle and squirm and sigh with pleasure at her busy mouth. In any event, they were so evenly matched that any fair-minded referee would have to call it a dead heat and declare a tie.It was in the pursuit of anal delights that I had to award Jill the blue ribbon for carnal pleasure skills because she had the tightest sphincter I had ever had the pleasure of penetrating. She made no bones about her need to keep my cock. After 6 minutes we said "bye" to each other. Tomorrow i forgot everything. I did my usual things during a day.At evening about midnight and quarter the cell phone had rung again. That was she again ..Sarah..I said "Good evening Sarah" instead Hello...She prizes in laughing and said "hi Alex".We were chatting about 3 hours.She was married 41 years old, librarian from San Diego, she joined to university research with the students, and after being on some kind of party she gave the number to some.