Where are you?" I'm stuck in traffic on I-95 just south of Fredricksburg." I lied. "It'll probably take me another hour or so to get there." OK, I'll ...e waiting." He replied."Want me to bring a pizza?" I asked. "I'll get a large one with anchovies." Garth and I both hated anchovies, and during our younger days, any reference to anchovies had evolved to be a little code between us. Mostly we'd used it as a signal on double dates back during high school days when Garth could drive and I couldn't.. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two c***dren. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.And that’s when you met me.“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.“There was a… a truck and it was sk**ding…”“Yup,” I said.“I… I died?”“Yup. But don’t feel bad. I sipped something from it and I offered from my glass. We both sipped from each other’s glasses and then I slowly I started putting my hand on my wife’s right breast and slowly pressed it. Maybe due to the drink she is taking or excited due to the situation she moaned a bit and slowly bit my earlobe. I was more aroused and slowly started pressing her both boobs with my one hand. They were very firm and stiff.“Let’s watch a blue film,” she told in my ears.“Sure” I replied her and wanted to go. Grant said, “Listen, Guy, I can explain everything.”I told Grant that he didn’t have to worry and asked him where James was. I rubbed my knuckles on his bald head and gave his dick a playful yank.“Grant and James broke up,” my other half said. “He called last night in the mood for some company and I told him to come on over.”“You pissed?” John asked me.“No, I’m not pissed,” I answered. “Why would I be pissed?”In fact, I was completely elated. With James out of the picture, maybe we might.
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