Charles thought that maybe Ivy decided to leave him alone out of guilt. If it had not been for her, he wouldn't have ended up sick. Charles had worked...for his mom the entire week, including Thursday.Three more weeks had gone by and he still hadn't bumped into Ivy. By then it was already somewhere around Autumn, in the middle of September. The sun no longer went down by 10PM, but by 9PM or even before that time.A week came where his mom (Sara) got sick and Charles had to be the one to run the. The only indication I saw that gave away that I was truly looking at a corpse was a port-wine stain on the inside of her left wrist. I have seen those stains numerous times over the years and assume they are caused by the blood pooling in the extremities before embalming.Before I had a chance to look any more; an older woman came in to view Cindy's luscious corpse. I moved over to the flower arrangements until she left. Moving back in front of the casket; I had the burning desire to touch her.. It was kinda hard to see in the dark, even right in front of my face like that, but somehow that made everything even hotter. I put my hands on his hips and licked my way down that muscular line—you know, that sexy line some guys have on their pelvis? That line that, like, points down to their penis? At that point, that was the absolute furthest I had ever gone with a boy.” “How was it?” Talia asked. Corrine took another sip of her beer for courage. “Not good. I had no idea what I was doing! I. He got me into this and I have to admit it's added something more to the oomph of playing with my collection of bottles. I have photos like this documenting the effects of fucking about ten different bottles so far. You can see the glossy patches of juices and lube sloppily spread from my pelvis to my knees. With my legs apart it's obvious my pussy is split open, and you can either see my labia hanging long and stretched on either side of my gash or pushed together and looking like narrow.