Finally, I was spent. I lay on top of her cool body for a while and then got up and hosed my body clean of all the slime and blood. I then proceeded t... wash her thoroughly, cleaning her of all traces of snake and man. I sewed up her wounds and hid them under a layer of cosmetics. I then dressed her in the black dress which was delivered together with her corpse, styled her hair and applied a light layer of makeup on her face. She was looking very pretty and lifelike by the time I was done.. Raj slid his hand under Rani’s shirt cupping one of her heavy tits. The sounds of moaning and smacking lips filled the room. Raju worked the dress all the way up over Seema’s tits and began working on her thin panties. Raj got his hand in Mom’s shorts to her wet pussy and his mouth on one of her nipples. The hard knock on the front door caused everyone to jump and burst into laughter. Raj sucked on his fingers and mom gave him a kiss on his cheeks for the gesture as she got up to answer the. The Ottawa River. Even Baseline. My mind was a thousand miles from class that day as I thought of Yasmin Hussein, my gorgeous Somali sweetheart, and the love that we shared. I thought of the many times we had sex in risqué places, a specialty of ours. What can I say? Yasmin and I liked to live dangerously. Why, just last month, Yasmin came through for me in a major way. I had this racist asshole for a boss at my security company and Yasmin cleverly got rid of him for me. I ended up taking the. . Please. Please what? Please touch me! Where do you want me to touch you? Please! Please touch my... my Pussy! Finally, while standing behind you, nibbling on your neck and then moving to blow in your ear, my hands flow from over your shoulders, over your magnificent breasts, over your tight stomach and down your hips, before tracing their way up your thighs to just brush your pussy. The long awaited contact sends shivers through you body, you want more, and grind back into me again..