So technically, I was having sex with a dead man. Necrophilia! Bloody hell!!”She laughs at the memory. “I actually laugh about it now – not beca...se it was funny, but because it was just typical of ‘im ... He was the world’s biggest practical joker ... It’s like he did it deliberate, loike. I can imagine him floating away from me, with a big smile on his face, pointing at me and shouting, ‘How’s that for a stiffy!’” And she’s laughing again.“He used to joke about wanting to see me have sex with. Hearing the intake of breath as she feels my soft lips against her neck and the short hair of my goatee pressing into her neck.Slowly I move my hand up to cup her breast thru the towel, waiting for any hesitation or pause on her part. I could feel her breathing pattern and the deepening of her breaths, as she began to get more and more aroused. My hand begins to massage her breast gently, as I continue to suck and kiss on her neck. I use my teeth to gently nip at her neck and her back arches. I had fairly short, messy brown hair, a defined jawline with a less defined bit of stubble that I rubbed contemplatively, and bright green eyes that I had been told were ‘cool as fuck’ by a very stoned girl I met once. I grinned, pointed at my reflection and tried to say something witty, clever, and inspiring that would define the rest of the year. It ended up coming out as, ‘Chris, you’re’ and then deteriorating into a jumble of sounds that culminated in a long, drawn out yawn. Alright. It happened on a slow corner, thank God. It was the second turn of a four turn combination and she had down-shifted in preparation of accelerating us through the last two turns. I had been prepared for the link when it came, so I noticed before she did. When she did sense it, she again slammed on the brakes, almost sending us sailing out into the quarry. Against my better judgment, I yelled across the link, "Drive, Nicole, Drive!"I could tell when she figured it out, what I was doing. The burst.