Then his tongue touched my clit and I exploded. My mind shattered by the orgasm I could only lay limply as he gathered me in his arms and gently entered me. His every thrust elicted moans from my dead lips and I wished I could have held him with the same tenderness he held my corpse. Alas, she/I was dead, and beyond sensual movement, but not beyond sensuousness. Again and again he penetrated me, slowly but strongly, and again and again waves of pleasure washed over me, until exhausted, I found myself again curled in the corner. She was gone, her ghost laid to rest. The Second Man lay panting atop her corpse, his semen leaking from teenager her dead cunt, his love having sent her home. Trembling I stood, my tights wet and sticky. I stumbled from the dead woman's bedroom, knowing only two things. First I needed a long hot shower. Then I needed a long hard fuck. Old man Hanson watched from his car window as she closed her door, her back towards him, showing off her large bouncy bum that was incased in a tight pear of black leggings. Her top half was barely covered by anything but a small tight sports bra. Her bright red hair tied in a tight pony tail that hung to her waist. She turned around and placed her headset on, she ran down the steps and did some small stretches before she began her run. Not wanting to scare her with his van, he climbed out and adjusted his cap, making sure he had everything, he to started to jog. He watched as she jogged around the street. Waving at people she knew, stopping to talk to friends she bumped into. He ran on the opposite side of the road, keeping close to her but not to close that it would ring the bells in her pretty little head. When she started to run towards the park he went the other way, knowing she was heading back to her house. He took the short cut and sat waiting yet again in his car for her. This happened continuously for a few weeks, he watched what she did and where she went. He learnt her routine and knew all her friends. One day she walked out of her house, wearing her gym clothes again, this time she was in tight shorts that cupped her butt cheeks. He felt his old cock stir at the sight. Today was the day. He was finally going to take what he has been oral craving for weeks, he wanted to wrap his wrinkly old hand around Fingering her throat and fuck her doggy style, he wanted to dig his old dirty cock into her tight young body. Opening his wallet he pulled out a small blue pill and swallowed it. If he was going to fuck her, he wanted to last a long time. He climbed out of his van and walked up her front steps, knocking on her door to girl make sure nobody was home after a few minutes he reached down under the yellow pot plant and pulled out the spare house key. Unlocking the door he pocketed the key for later use. He wanted access to her at all times. “Tell me.” He says softly. “Do you want someone to love you, care for teenager you, cherish you?” he asked. I used girl magic – yes, real magic – to… Fingering encourage you to sleep with me." “I got you one just in case,” she said, then asked, “Do you know how to put it on.” I knew if I allowed it to continue, I would soon succumb to my guilt over the things I had forced her to do, but…But if I allowed myself to be honest, lying here with her cuddled next to me felt pretty damn good. She massaged them and just stared at me. There was a small patch of light-colored hair over his small penis. “Magnifique, fucking magnifique, fucking magnifique, like that cherie?” he murmurs as I feel his hands on my arse cheeks oral urging my cock further into Dita’s mouth. She lost the baby she was carrying the other night at dinner. The older rancher begins to turn the butterfly screw at the bottom of the device and the speculum starts to open. I got up from the table, told Carson goodbye, and started to trek down the hallway. It was one that had a low-cut, under-wired bra, with shoulder straps that connected at the front, almost under my armpits. He greeted her, his eyes sliding up and down her body,"I got your lawn all mowed." I could smell the pungent-but-sexy aroma of Chris's crotch somewhere near my face. I guess I won’t mind if you stay.”