Most times it worked, at least for a week after death anyway. The brain might be oxygen dead but science proved years ago there was still electrical a...tivity.The ‘essential’ had to be contacted vocally, and the contact recorded ... it was the law.“Colonel Jacobin?”“ADSC here.”“Assistant Director Second Chance.”“There’s been an accident”“ ... besides that.”“Nice to know you still have a sense of humor.”“Yes, sir. It was Kelly.”“Sir, you’re out of time. We can’t do anything about how you died but. Somebody talk.”The doctor looked at Stella and laughed. “You found a keeper here, Stella.”“Don’t I know it.”“Okay, I’ll give you the short story, I’ll leave you two to talk more, there will be more tests tonight, and then tomorrow I’ll answer more of your questions. Okay?”“Thank you, doctor.”The doctor started talking and Helen felt her insides clenching up inside her with fear, terror, feelings of loss, hopelessness, and not knowing what she should do. Stella had bone cancer, the doctor. Some bass-thumping, high-energy music makes me turn around to catch her stepping between the ropes into the ring, and I immediately get hard. She notices, and in turn inhales sharply at the sight of my growing bulge.She's wearing a tiny sheer white bra, with a matching low-rise G-string that barely covers her smoothly waxed pussy. Almost nothing is left to even my wild imagination. An oiled-up sheen over her well-toned body is evident, and only accentuates what her lacy lingerie is not trying. His cock throbs. He grips my head tighter. He fucks my face faster. I relax my mouth and my eyes close. He cums. Hot and horny cum fills my mouth. I swallow as he pulls out. He rubs my chin as I smile. I breathe as his scent fills my lungs and nostrils. My cock throbs. I grab for my cock but my arm doesn't move. I want my i cock. I pull harder. I reach with my hand but nothing is there to grab. I squeeze my knees but the horse legs prevent my thighs from coming together. My cock and balls just.