She pulled the head of the strapon from Cindy's mouth, not without difficulty, as Cindy was applying considerable suction to it. As Cindy opened her m...uth for another protest, MaryAnn stuffed her own bra in it. Since she was extremely well endowed, one cup served the purpose. After all, MaryAnn reasoned as she wound the straps over the Cindy's head, she didn't want to choke the woman.She scampered down the metal stairway and approached the parked taxi. The dark skinned man behind the wheel was. They traced her to the cemetery on the other side of town.The night after she was buried, they got 2 men to dig her up. There was no time to lose in order to ensure that the corpse remains fresh and attractive. The holy man has been known to reject ugly or highly decomposed corpses as he has to have sex with them. Fortunately, she still looked as beautiful as her photograph in the newspapers. Indeed, she looked almost alive as the mortician had done a good job. The two men were sorely tempted. He reached his hand down further to cup and massage his balls lifting his lips slightly to meet his hand. His breath caught in his chest as Tina cooed in her sleep and shifted position pressing against his belly and chest again. If she woke up, she would feel his bare cock through the thin fabric of her nightie. Slowly removing his hand he embraced her again holding her close trying to ignore how nice it felt to have his cock caressed by something other than his own hand. Gently he rubbed her. The little servant's quarters house we were renting didn't have a bedroom door and the bed was in plain sight of the front door and half of the living room. They all waved and hollered (literally), and then Jean and her daughters sat down in the living room as Connie, my wife, went to the fridge for another round. I lay back down, hoping the yakking wouldn't last long and they’d leave. I was horny and really wanted my wife in bed with me. She'd been drinking and alcohol always killed what.