On Saturday night we had been sitting around drinking, talking and relaxing. Hot tubs do that to me in a way that nothing else does. Around midnight J...mes and I went off to bed. It was just another Saturday night for me. As we got into bed he turned off the lights and snuggled up behind me. His hands started roaming and massaging my breast from behind. I could feel him pulling me back on to his shoulder still facing away from him. His hands were hot for some reason and the heat started my. I rocked her forward and as I pushed her back I raised my buttocks pushing my cock hard into her advancing cunt. I started to increase speed and pressure until I started to fill her with my sperm. I held her tight to me until my cock had finished pulsating and the final drops of my cum were safely deposited inside her wonderful vagina. We lay there for some time without moving; my cock lost its hardness and started to withdraw bringing sperm and cunt juices seeping out and over my legs.“We. I did my trousers up, left the cubicle and nervously stood at the opposite side of the door where the other guy was and gently knocked at his cubicle door. 'Do you need a hand with that?' I softly asked. I heard the door unbolt, and a tall, rather distinguished gent, about 70 years of age, stood there with his cock and balls pushed forward out of the front of his trousers. A smile crossed his lips as he looked me up and down, and he said, 'Oh... yes, son.' His eyes were already looking over the. I imagined the corpse’s arms could break in my grip, and I was half-curious to see if I bent them the wrong way if they would snap off like tree limbs. I opened the basement door and pushed it down the stairs. It crunched and clumsily clattered to the cement. Bits of it seemed to crumble, leaving behind gray ash on the stairs where it had hit. I flung the door shut and locked it. I’d come back and stash the corpse more carefully later, for now, I needed to get next door and help Sarah take.