A man dies ‘in the act’ after taking Viagra and rigor mortis has set into his private parts.The funeral director can’t get the coffin lid nailed...on and has to discuss the alternatives with the man’s beautiful young widow. “I’m afraid that the only way to get the lid on is either to pay another $3,000 for an extra-large coffin or to amputate his member”.“Well I have no more money” states the widow “and it is against my religion for me to bury my husband in more than one piece”.The funeral. It was better than any sex I ever had. Some of the guys were frankly too big for me. After all, they were all Black Alpha males, with huge, thick penises. The lube and pain medication helped a lot. I cried out often, I panted and screamed with pleasure/pain. I giggled and laughed and asked for their names and phone numbers. That caused a lot of laughter in the club. I was totally in thrall. I kept saying I wanted them to fuck me hard enough to make me pregnant. I started playing to the. April soon joined Chris on the bed, leaning over and wrapping her mouth around my prick as Chris continued holding it, and semi-stroking it while she did so. As bewildered and confused as I was, the sensation was still pleasurable enough that I felt my prick slowly begin to stiffen. And then I wondered if they were going to cut it off or something once they'd gotten it hard, so I began fighting against that briefly, until reason took over and told me that as angry as they all obviously were,. # # # While Ken cleaned the fish, Karen sat me in a lounge chair.“You looky see something.”She stood in front of me and untied her grass skirt. As it dropped to the ground, I saw neat printing high on the inside of her thighs, almost to her pussy. She lifted her right foot and put it on the arm of my chair. The aroma of aroused woman drifted to my nose as I read the words: “DAVE’S HOME” on one thigh and “AWAY FROM HOME” on the other.“How did you get a tattoo out here in the middle of.