They hung up and Liz lay down and fell into a deep sleep.The next morning Liz started the process of arranging her mother’s funeral. Her work was pu... on the back burner. She was glad the funeral director would do most of the planning including opening her grave.She went to the bank where she was surprised to find her mum had opened another joint about which contained a very large amount of money. Then she went to the insurance company to cash in her mum's policies, not that she expected to get. Whether this was in relief or disappointment, I couldn’t tell, but its removal suddenly allowed me to see the short, dark, grossly swollen female phallus that stuck grotesquely upwards from the apex of her slit.But as if this wasn’t shocking enough, it also revealed that the dark mark on her inner thigh was not a birthmark at all, but a small black tattoo in a very familiar shape; a shape the I saw literally every working day of my life.A small but distinct salamander had been inked high up on. That’s how long it has been since your world ended. That’s how long it has been since your lovely and vibrant wife, Lisa, died.A not-insignificant part of you died when Lisa did. Married for ten years, it’s not an exaggeration to say that they were the happiest years of your life. You hadn’t known what you were missing before meeting her. She took you into her life in her gentle and eager way, making you feel like the center of her universe. You’re not stupid, you were not, but she had that. "So, not to be super forward, but like, if I were to take my cloths off right now, would you?" Yea" Time responded almost before I can finish getting the words out of my mouth.There was no more talking really needed at that point, so I just went ahead and pulled my shirt off as Tim sat there. Then, I slowly stood up, feeling my cock now pretty much rock hard, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and slid my jeans with my underwear all the way down, as my cock sprung out. I then stood there a.