I wondered how many people would attend my cremation. Probably a pretty good crowd I guessed. God how I would like to be alive to see that, especially...Victoria, my long lost love. But, to be cremated, I would have to be dead and unable to see anything; well, there’s a downside to everything.County required that I have my records sent over to them. I did, and guess who delivered them? No, not anybody from clan Grimes. No, it was Doctor Metcalf herself. No delivery boy for my records, no indeed,. When the guy in the research department started coming over to strike up a conversation, I made sure he saw me unbutton my shirt to the last button and spread it open he could get a good look at half of each breast and my nipples. I made sure he knew I am hands-off. He could look but not touch. Later I put my foot under me so he could see I wasn’t wearing panties. I was as nervous as any time in my life. It was so intense I wasn’t even able to get aroused. By three in the morning, I had both. I feigned disgust, but was secretly intrigued and found myself instantly wishing for the same fare to end up in my cab and find me also worth hitting on.Thankfully I didn't have to wait long. Not long after the 'warning', I was working one day when the phone rang and a very gay sounding man was wanting a ride. It was just after ten in the evening. I sped right over. A small man with long black hair was ready and waiting when I arrived. My cock was already hard and throbbing with the prospect of. That...and saggy titties," she again giggled. "I guess it sort of helped," she added holding them up and together now, examining them, just as I was."Obviously it did," I said lifting my hand up just enough to actually finger one of them, feeling the tautness of her nipple, flicking it forcefully, hearing her moan pleasurably as I did so. "Come for me," I then told her. "Please mom...let me hear you, and see you cum."It wasn't outside of anything we had already done, and perhaps because of.