“Pardon me, miss,” the corpse says.This guy looks familiar.“Anfroy?” the witch says, thinking the same thing.“Anfroy?” the corpse repeats,...and then with sudden gusto, he says, “That is my brother. I am Remfrey the Benevolent!”It’s a wonder all these guys are dead.Penelope suppresses a giggle. “I, um, know you brother.”Quite well, actually.“How is the old scuttermonger?” Remfrey asks, puzzling the girl with the name.“He’s dead,” she blurts out.“Aren’t we all, my dear,” the knight agrees.“But. Eay khaty huway us nay maray hoto per apany hot rakay or kiss start kar di hum nay taqreban 15 min assay he eak dosray ki zaban ko chostay rhay pher may nay honey nikal kar us kay mummay per lagaya or chosnay laga pher may nay us ki choot per honey dala or chatnay laga 30 min theq hum nay forplay kia pher may nay Us ko dogi steyl may kia or us ki gaand may honey dal kar chatnay laga mara lund full khara ho gaia tha us ki gand dhek kar mara dil cha kay us ki gand may dalo may nay apna lund us ki. “Everyone who meets me dies. I am cursed,” she whined, staring up at me with her puffy blue eyes. Clumps of coppery red hair fell around her face and I couldn’t help but think she’d be beautiful with a shower and a good night’s sleep.“Are you hurt?” I asked, kneeling down next to her.“No,” she said.“How long have you been out here?” “Centuries.”“What are you doing out here?”“What do you mean?” she asked. She rubbed her nose on her wrist.“What brought you out here? Why haven’t you gone. ' Why is that?" Although I much preferred women, I always wondered what it was like to get taken by a man. I hadn't told her this before because I was afraid she would think I was a sissy. I'm not one to lie to her, but I wasn't sure how to answer her. So, I hesitated. She snuggled in closer and said, "Cocks are nice. It's ok if you like them too. Does me sleeping with men stir some kind of bisexual desire in you?" I finally blurted out, "Yeah. It does. I really want to know what it feels like.