..at least he...he died happy." remarked Amelia, the young, eagerintern assisting Forensic Pathologist and Investigator Dr. LuciaTerrel. A grey-haired... early sixty-ish professional who'd seenthings...almost this weird, in her 30-or so years on the job. To hercredit, she remained unflappable as they examined the latest victim.Proudly, the penis thrust upwards into the sterile atmosphere of theautopsy chamber, the still blood-gorged member had to be no less thanthree-feet long! The post-mortem. I had told Mistress I was jealous of the things she could do, especially with her mouth. I told her I loved the idea of wet, messy and sloppy sex. The more the merrier. After the introductions were out of the way, Mistress then said she needed to powder her nose, you know how women are. However, she surprised me and told me to follow her as she rose to excuse herself. I would gladly follow her anywhere. She led me to the bathroom with her. All I could do was to follow her lead and wonder what. "She smiled at his compliment and at his knowing her secret.Going into the reception area with Jane, Ray caught the attention of a waitress and ordered each of them a drink. Jane was a perfect date. She put her arm around Ray's arm and walked around the room with him, introducing Ray to the people she knew. The people they met for the most part were couples who seemed like sincerely nice people. Jane knew the number of the table they were assigned to sit at and wondered out loud to Ray as to. I knelt at her feet and guided her legs wide apart. We both looked down as her piss began to issue from between her lips. I was amazed to find myself kneeling at my mother's feet, gazing at her naked pussy, watching her pee into the bowl. Her flow was heavy and powerful, not constrained by the long urethra of a penis. I then wiped her as well.I took her hand and walked her to the window. We stood in the open bay looking down at the lights of the city below. A gentle breeze cooled us as we stood.