Being dead is something I still have to get used to. It's playing havoc with my tenses. You try talking about yourself in the past tense or even the p...ssed over, as in, no longer in the present or of this world.Anyway, I was an accountant with only the one client. Don Pellotti was head of a small family who all seemed to have nicknames with the exception of Juliette, who didn't seem to warrant one. Mine was "Numbers", or "Numbnuts", depending on who was talking about me. Not very imaginative I. I'm not done with you. I want you filling me, I want your cock deep in me. I feel the familiar urge starting, I know I'm getting closer. I think you know it too, I can feel your breathing pick up against my lips. You slide two fingers swiftly into my pussy, I almost lose it. My thighs tremble but I'm able to control it. I grasp your wrist, pulling your hand out of my panties and I bring your soaked fingers to my lips which you're still toying with. I slide them between us and into my mouth.. He pushed her back onto the table top, her arse on the nearest edge, and with a grunt he mounted her, hammering his hips and his prick inward till her mons crashed against his and his balls clattered against her ring-piece! It was not a one of… thin and boyish his penis might have been and not anywhere as long as her ex, it was doing the business for her, he must have been reading up how to do it… on line perhaps, as with no finesse but with energy that made up for it he hammered that prick. He moved his fat rough palms on her ass and gently squeezed them. Then he put his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled it down. All this while he was planting soft kisses on her panty. Vidya was relishing the feel of opposite gender’s skin on hers.Finally, when Manoj kissed her bare hairy pussy with his thick lips, she let out a huge sigh. She put her head back and started enjoying the way Manoj was kissing her pussy. She opened her legs wider and let him in. He was doing.