Charley obliges, unhooking Melina’s bra, which falls away to reveal heavy round boobs with large dark nipples. Melina looks quite proud of her newly...topless condition.Now she’s slipping those tight bikini briefs off her big bum and down her thighs, over her knees and stepping out of them. Straightening up, holding the panties in a little ball in her hand. Now wearing nothing but a smile. Her pussy is trimmed short, a bad attempt at a love-heart shape.As soon as she is naked, Rebel starts to. I place the head of my cock right at the opening of her ass and tell her. "I'm here to take this ass, not just fuck it but pound it".Spitting on her ass, I grip my cock at the base and push forward. I watch the head of my cock slide in, when the crown slips in, she moans out loudly. Gripping her hips I slowly push forward a few inches, then slide back. The next time I push forward, my hand slaps down hard on her ass, telling her, "take that cock in your ass". Pulling back till her ass is. Slapping the clock into silence, he stared at the ceiling in the dim light. The house was as quiet as a tomb. He didn't look at the empty half of the bed were Arabella should have been. She'd left without a word or note almost a month ago. Standing at the bathroom sink, he looked at his bleary reflection. He kept telling himself that he'd get used to being alone again in time. The question was when the time would come. He figured that he was still in pretty good shape for a desk pushing. He was an old man, and seeing him naked was more than a little creepy. I asked, “What?” “You’re both still clinging to life. You won’t move on until you fully accept that you’re dead. Just taking care of your business isn’t enough.” “I’m a ghost,” I said in confusion. “I can walk through walls and stuff. I’d say that’s accepting that I’m dead.” “There’s knowing that you’re dead, and then there’s accepting that you’re dead. Don’t feel bad, I refuse to go until my wife goes too. I go whisper in.