I took care of the ghost first, then slipped across the bridge carefully, avoiding the spears. I wished I could avoid listening to Cicero. “Ouch! Po...nty, pointy! My home is well defended. I always have been a stickler for details. Get it? Stick ler?” He cackled madly. “Oh, I slay me.”Not if I can do it first, I thought. I noticed as I was crossing the bridge several oil pots. That looked like the perfect trap for someone below, so I sent all four of them falling before descending the spiral. George's finger slid slowly in and out of mom's pussy, assuming a shiny coat of her juices. Mom moaned and pushed her ass back into his finger. He pulled her ass cheeks apart with his left hand and stuck his tongue out at mom's wrinkled rosebud. Mom gasped when she felt his tongue tip touch her hole, then she alternated between moans and gasps as George's tongue slowly painted saliva on her virgin asshole.Mom's asshole and George's tongue got along nicely as George worked two fingers in and out. It seems the entire floor of the stall is drenched in it, rendering the incredibly smooth floor impossibly slick. His chest, stomach and leg hair is slicked with a mixture of his own sweat and lube. His impressive, thick daddy-cock is hard, laying on the floor between his splayed legs. Lube glints on the veins and smooth skin of the impressive piece of meat even as it twitches up and then drops back into the wet mess of lube on the floor.The first thing he remembers after waking up is the site. "I turned to Ginger, "Is this guy a good man and will he make Mom happy?" I believe he will. I like him a lot. He is a widower and kind of quiet. He works every day and he doesn't drink. Also he dotes on Harriet." That's good enough for me. When is the wedding?" I think maybe during the school vacation in the spring. Ginger will stand up with me as my maid of honor. I'm hoping you can attend at that time."I'll be there for you, Mom. Now tell me about this funeral of Whitmore's? Where is it held.