He knocked lightly and waited until she called out for him to enter. His cousin was standing by the bed wearing a white silk robe that offered him fle...ting glimpses of her nubile body beneath."Hello Mary, I just thought I'd make sure you are alright and didn't need anything." I'm fine Johnny; I was just going to have a lie down and rest." I'll leave you in peace then, just to let you know dinner will be at seven." Thanks, could we talk a little bit first?" Of course, could I come back because. I didn’t believe it. It couldn’t be true, yet the Coroner’s Clerk had been very explicit. My husband Jack had driven to the station that evening to collect our friend Rita. Normally her husband Frank would have gone, but he had been delayed at work. He had to ask if Jack or I could collect Rita. I was in the middle of making a casserole, so Jack went. A small favour for friends had ended in tragedy. As Jack waited at a red traffic light our car had been hit head-on by a panel van driven by. He leaned forward, so that the hard, fleshy knob of his blood-engorged penis almost touched the tiny, eager hole, poising there, and Debbie emitted a low shriek of desire, reached behind her, and grasped his cock in her tiny hand, guiding the head impatiently against her asshole, wiggling the semen-coated tip hotly around the small aching entrance."Fuck me, Ken honey, fuck me ooohhh, fuck me with your big hard cock shove it in, shove it all the way up my ass!"Ken was unable to restrain himself. I am Anne-Pierre.”“Wow, is my French that bad?”She giggled, “No, that was very good. I asked my friend who the handsome man was talking to Elodie and everyone calls you ‘English’. Will you join me?”“Thanks,” I paused a little taken aback, “I’d be delighted to join you.”“Your glass looks almost empty. I have been watching you, you are not drinking?”Flashing my eyebrows, I nodded, “Long story. I could use a drink.”“Here, allow me,” and a lusty helping of white wine followed.“Salut,” and clinked.