She would come home from work late each night. Then take a hot bath before falling asleep on the couch, her cat curled up in her lap, and a book in ha...d. It never changed. She had no friends that he knew of. There were never any visitors. The phone hardly ever rang, and when it did, it was usually a wrong number or a persistent telemarketer. She worked alone. A mortician. Side by side with cold, lifeless corpses. He guessed they wouldn't miss her. And he guessed that no one else would either.. Yes!"She held Karen's head in her hands and pushed her aching breast into Karen's face, feeling her nipple inside the girl's mouth pulse and flame and spring erect. She slipped one hand under the water, between their groins, while Karen sucked her nipple, and maneuvered two fingers up into Karen's tight, warm pussy, all slimy and slippery from her fuck-juices mingling with the bath water. Briefly, Karen's lips paused. She released Laura's nipple and looked up, her eyes streaked with a hot flash. ”At the mention of ‘gay’, I gritted my teeth with frustration. I knew I hadn’t dreamed having sex with Joanna because I’d washed off the evidence in the shower only minutes before. “Do you remember the kiss we shared afterwards?” I asked, to test her memory.Joanna’s face lit up. “Yes! That kiss was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I remember thinking that if only you weren’t gay, you’d be ideal to be my first. I can’t remember anything after that until I woke up this morning so that must. I'll recount the first time I did this which took place in the early 2000's. One theme in my sexual history is 'life imitates porn ... most typically 70's porn.' This was no exception. Shortly before this first date with a very nice and cute woman named Jenny, I had been watching early 70's loops. Low and behold, I saw a 69-ing scene in which the man kneeled over the woman's face, inserted his penis into her mouth and proceeded to spread her labia to reciprocate and lick her (expectedly).