The nearly exquisite exterior that covered up the slowly decaying innards, cloyingly sweet perfume that nearly covered the reek of moldering life and ...ope, she was rotting from the inside out.She might have been different, perhaps the softly rounded mother with a slightly frazzled air of disarray to hair, clothing, life. Or the crisp sharp business woman, with the staccato click of unforgiving heels beneath prim suit as she wandered down corporate marbled floors. Who is to blame really when you. Your hands caress up to my head and you bend into my lips. A nip here and a nip returned. A tongue traces the roof of my mouth. Our tongues dart around each, a crushing passion of swollen lips. Breathless we part. My hands tracing your body, your gentle curves, lingering around your passion points. You slide your straddle around me downward, towards my passion point. I glide right into your body, instantly enveloped with your love, your passion, your heat. One glorious light we have become. We. ”We shook hands to seal the deal, then he hugged me, and thanked me again. He was only 55, too early for him to really retire, and he’d do a great job. The previous year I had given him medication for Alzheimer’s. It ran in our family, usually ending in death by age 75.On September 25th the Mryia arrived, with a new black paint scheme. On board were Melanie’s ashes, a car, and the statue for the memorial garden. It remained parked at the airport, empty of people except for a 24 hour honor guard. I’m gazing at this goddess shamelessly enjoying her body. I guess she’s wondering what we’re going to next. I’m absentmindedly stroke my dick wondering if I should make a more decisive move. Minutes pass pleasurably eyeing each other’s technique. She breaks eye contact to watch me wanking more closely.I move first taking her hand from her pussy. Sliding her fingers into my mouth I mummer, “Mmmmm.” Joanne lies on a rug confidently exposing her young body; spread eagled. Jo has no tan lines.