I was that alone in the world.When I read the news of my murder, it made me feel mad, sad, and depressed in turns. After dying in seven different live..., it was like the universe was staying up nights to make sure I never got a break. I'd lost loves, had lovers turn on me, had loved ones die, been there when lovers died, and had one commit suicide, and then die in another timeline, besides.Having to pretend to die really got my goat.Roberta called and gave me more bad news. "My bosses are moving. My heart was pumping with excitement !! She is a lovely girl with a very cute smile. On the way we had a few tins of beer. She looked excited too !So when we reached there we roamed around for a while. It was Saturday night so there was full rush. We started clicking selfies which brought us closer. Then while we were sitting on the safety bars there , every time a cold breeze passed by she came a lil bit closer to me. I kept my hand on her shoulder. She kept hers on my thigh. I started rubbing. “I can see your pussy juices dripping down and out.” Michael unfastens his buttons and tosses his shirt to the floor. I slide my index finger farther down and poke it into my glistening sex. A moan escapes my lips. I bring another finger inside and move my fingers in and out. I can see Michael fumbling with the zipper on his jeans. I watch him undress and this excites me even more. I roll my thumb over my clitoris and circle it around and around, feeling it swell beneath my touch. I can. Did it make me any less of a soul sucking prick? Probably not, but you know, she made me feel alive. There is nothing in life as inspiring as an amazing woman. Except for a smoking fucking hot woman, especially if she is young. Anyway, it was kind of uncomfortable that I had to basically tell Jolene I wasnt in the mood. After rubbing my cock between her daughter and myself, I had given up all the cum I had. I wasnt a kid anymore, I really had trouble going more than one shot in a night. Its.