I slid my hand up under the sheet, feeling along his cold, hard leg. He was like a statue, only softer. Uncle Mike had showed me how to massage out ri...or mortis, so I'd touched corpses before.But never like this.I moved up and looked at the lump, then put my hand on it. It was hard and rigid and I very nearly came just from touching him.I kissed him. Yes, that's sick, but I kissed his slightly open mouth, sliding my tongue inside of his dead mouth. I imagined he was a fairy prince, cursed by. I opened my eyes to see my wife’s eyes still closed…her mouth slowly drifting away from mine. I tried to kiss her again yet she was in another world… a world of passion and complete sexual abandonment. She was taking a thick, hard cock from behind and her loving husband was right in front of her... watching every erotic detail.“Did you notice?” Dave asked, as his powerful voice broke the erotic silence, “your hubby’s reaction? Look down.”My wife’s eyes slowly opened, and she looked down, toward. ’ ‘This is my first Christmas here. We already had snow in November sometimes in Michigan. It was cold even if we didn’t have snow. Not like here where it’s just about warm enough for shorts,’ Billie said. ‘Wait a few years and you won’t even think about the differences. The weather is what draws people to the southern states. Besides, Christmas is what you make it, not the commercialized versions you see in all the stores.’ Billie went over what the woman said as she packed up the empty. . inch by inch. I can almost feel the outline of his cock sliding through my fuck tunnel. I'm on my knees and he is riding me now like dog fucking his bitch. I feel dirty and it makes my cock hard as a rock. I feel a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip of my hard cock. As if he can feel it too, he reaches and strokes my cock, smearing the pre-cum on the head, then rubbing my balls gently. I'm in heaven now. His cock is almost fully buried in me. I can feel his head almost rubbing against the end.