At the same time Paige began to feel something familiar building up in her. She remembered her friends talking about not letting guys cum inside, that...you need to tell them to pull out. But she needed to feel the pleasure one more time. “Just a few more thrusts.” She gasped, Brad knew then that it would be all over for her, he’d never have a chance to pull, even if he wanted to. After a few more thrusts sure enough Paige came again, this orgasm just as big as the first one. Her whole tensed. He gently coated my face, then worked down my body. “I don’t understand why Master Jeffery locks up all the cuckolds, especially the little dicked ones. That’s his smallest cage. But look how much you’re bulging out. He really should have given you at least the next size up. You must have done something to piss him off,” he surmised as he repeatedly rubbed lotion over it. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to smack the shit out of the little asshole for insulting me and then tormenting me with his. Struggling to steady himself on the wet shell, he turned and bent down to pull at the lid, concentrating on the right hand corner nearest the head. His hands fell through the coffin, touching the body’s shoulders inside. He was transparent! Cursing his stupidity, (after all, he was a ghost) he prepared to slip into the coffin, merging his soul with his carcass. As the rain finally passed, the sun struggled to reveal itself from behind dissipating black clouds. The Gravediggers picked up their. Josie's sparkling green eyes seemed to be grinning seductively at me no matter where I stood ... or sat ... or laid. Watching me from the wall with a promise of sexual delight that inevitably caused a stirring in the trouser department.Josie steadfastly spurned my sexual advances toward her in those first few weeks of our relationship. Our relationship ... That's what it had almost immediately become. We were involved. We had a definite and wonderful connection. We laughed a lot. We talked.