One day Angelo and Mr. DiTucci drove me across town to an upscale neighborhood. There I was given the keys to my funeral home. After the grand tour an... introduction to my staff, I was taken into one of the private rooms and explained the facts are of life.As I had suspected, Mr. DiTucci had a disposal problem. My job was to solve it.Actually, this was a little more complicated than at first glance. The authorities monitored funeral homes closely, even closer if the home had its own crematorium.. I began to slow the boat, approaching the mainland dock. Amy settled down all the way on my cock, my hand held her tummy, that I could tell was clearly growing. She rocked her hips with my cock inside her. I couldn't hold back, my cock erupted inside her already fertilized womb. Filling her pussy with a thick load of my sperm one last time. She just sat on me until we docked, hoping off my cock, not bothering to fix her gstring or clean up her messy pussy. We all hugged, kissed, said our. Did I say that out loud?" and everyone would laugh.What I did not expect, however, was her flirting to take a seriously dirty turn one afternoon when our second shift had finished. I'd picked up some overtime that week, was tired, and when she said "why don't we go hang out?" I thought she was joking. I found out quickly that when it came to doing what she wanted, Bridget didn't joke.When things heated up and Bridget and I ended up doing more than I would ever have imagined, I wasn't sure how. Her small, pink tongue flicked out to moisten dry lips and her eyes remained closed as she nodded.My hands were shaking even more as I placed the loop over her left nipple and tightened it - not too tight.When I released the weight of it, the piece tugged at her nipples, drawing a gasp from the young lady, but her breasts, as I had suspected, were firm enough to support its weight."Keep your eyes closed," I whispered in her ear as I helped her stand and guided her to the mirror near the entry.