Eventually it did, and I slipped into the bathroom with all the grace of a boulder rolling through a glass factory. She sat on the toilet in the bathr...om. The bathroom was hardly big enough for one person, so having two of us in there was about as comfortable as trying to fuck in a phone booth. I clumsily moved to sit on the toilet and she squeezed past to stand above me. She pulled her sweater up above her waist. A thin red line of hair streaked above her pussy. Her stomach was defined. They care so much about their reputation that they don’t want to rob occasional passengers. Or, if they do, they make sure to dump your body to the sea.”From his grin I was sure that he was joking. Or, I was almost sure that he was joking. I hoped so. For the first time, I was a bit worried that I’d had to leave both my crossbows and my sword behind but especially because my sword was too easily recognizable - and there should not be much need for a crossbow in the capital. So, I only had two. He sat down on the couch not to far from where I had just been masturbating. The room smelled like my vagina, and I was still soaking from the online chats. I really didn't pay much attention to what he was saying, but I causally put my hand on his knee and started rubbing further and further up his leg.I could tell I was turning him on by the tightening in his pants and the fact that he was trying to scoot away from me and he kept his eyes on my B cups. Eventually I had enough and kissed him.. I exploded, shooting my seamen into the corpse's luscious cunt, and collapsed, exhausted on top of her. I would almost swear as I lay there attempting to catch my breath, feeling my own cum drip past my now shrunken cock, I saw Cindy smile. ---- The visitation was a lovely open casket affair which was attended by few, and over quickly. I was left with Cindy to seal her casket for burial. I took a long look at the young woman's corpse. I had dressed her demurely in a blue and grey skirt-blouse.