Food. All he could remember about funerals and families and friends was food. Comfort food. Cakes. Roasts. Cookies. All the better to embalm the livi...g, smother their grief in nice round pie-shaped comfort. He smiled and walked down to his parent’s room. Their smells still hung in the air, his father’s Old Spice, his mother’s Chanel No 5, all drifted in the parallel dimensions of the living and the dead. He walked to their closet, here the smells were more intense, more personal. They were in. After that, we caught our breath and relaxed for a bit. I couldn't help but just lay there and look at her with total contentment. She got up and took off her wonderful cock, and I followed her to the bathroom. I cleaned up my no-longer-virgin ass, while she put away the dildo. When she was done with the dildo, she came back into the bathroom as I was finishing and handed me an anal plug."Your ass is now mine, slut, and I want this in it!"My eyes pleaded with her, but I didn't say. The thermocouple for the pilot light had gone. I went back upstairs and called out to Deni.“I’ll be back in a few minutes, need to get a part, ‘think I have one in my truck”A voice from upstairs filtered through the thin walls, “ok, leave the door open, and let yourself back in Mr. Stevenson, I’m just changing”.“Call me Gary” I shouted back, stepping out to go to my truck. I searched through the various parts and brick-a-brac that cluttered the back of my truck and found what I was looking for.. My guy friends would joke about it at times. That is something that guys do, joke about each others size. Well, it was the start of summer and my little sister had her friends come over all the time during the day. They were all had graduated to the 6th grader and always seemed to talk about guys or about cheerleading stuff. One of her friends caught my eye. She was really cute. I would see her looking at me whenever she came over to our house. I liked it too, so I would look back at her. One.