Suicide is no easy thing. We all want to live, we all want to live life to our very best, we all want to have those foremost and leading things that w... can possibly have in this life, and if we cannot have them and instead we are unhappy and broken-hearted and hapless, what better alternative than to put an end to our being and existence itself? I don’t know why. But in spite of wielding the knife and assuring myself that I was going to thrust it into my stomach, I just could not get the power. "Incredible." He pivoted, slid his finger along his telephone flagging the begin of the Uber ride. Also, they were off. He started to ask her the usual "How are you? " She pondered what it'd resemble to fuck him. Where might it happen? Would he pull over to the side of the street and sink her the rearward sitting arrangement of his Charger? "Great." She wanted to think not. She realized that they would have astounding sex if given the suitable setting. Like, for instance, a kitchen. They could. I stood up and one guy turned the lights on and I paraded around the room totally nude like a stripper letting them feel me up. Then I sat back on the bed and they turned the over head light off. He, my "friend", encouraged me to all fours and he took his place behind me doggie style and fuck me hard and fast as the others watched. I could feel my big tits swing as he pumped from behind. I looked over and the guys standing around the bed were playing with their hard dicks. My friend filled me. I laughed. "Oh, and I thought you were just being shy."She turned away from me, popping open the champagne and I realized my best friend was blushing.After we finished the bottle I was getting weepy. My marriage was in a rough spot, I was tired and drunk, and I just needed a shoulder to cry on. I spilled out all my feelings, cried a bit, and leaned against her. She was holding me and telling me things would work out.Holly got me out of the tub, helped me dry off, and walked me back to the.