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How the ghost of Adolf Hitler helped me to become a better person and fuck my sister
Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Male/Female, Author: FULL_NIHILISTIC_TITS, Rating: 79.2, Source: sexstories.com
I often wonder what a person's last moments look like. Does their life flash before their eyes, like all those cliched accounts in movies and books and bad sex stories tell me? Is there a white light that feels warm and fuzzy? Do you actually feel anything? Is the moment long, or is it short? Is it true that you actually shit yourself one last time in the moment of your death? It's different for everyone, I guess. Hitler certainly didn't feel anything like that. "I didn't see anything special, no white light, no angels, no flashes of my life. I was there, and then I was gone. Like the dust of an Untermensch in the wind." the former chancellor of Germany told me when I asked him about it once, and maybe now it's time to explain a few things. The first time I saw Hitler's ghost was the day after my 19th birthday. There I was, lying in my underwar in my sweet smelly bed - of course I was still pretty wasted from the night before. I was just contemplating whether I should get some junk food from McDonald's, or junk food from Burger King, and just as I was touching my junk to the thought of getting junk food and sex from that sweet girl in that sexy yellow miniskirt I saw at the pub I celebrated my birthday in, I heard his voice for the first time: "Mark.", which was - and still is - my first name, and I had gotten quite used to my being called like that by people with physical bodies. However, it was still a pretty big shock to hear it out of the non-existing mouth of a ...