" "Well," she said, a little apologetically, "I'm sorry I said that." Smiling a little, knowing I was caught peeking at her breasts, "I know you like ...o look at me, at us, when I'm with Tyrell." I blushed, nodding, "I can't help that, Mrs. B. You are so hot." She kind of preened at that. All babes like to hear that. "I have an idea though. I'll let you go down on me for your tip." I hit the Stop button immediately, my cock already dripping hard inside my pants. She smiled and leaned against the. '' ''shhhhh its ok i like you like this''''shiitt stop not this heyyyyy awwwwww shittttt no not my ass ''her hand just stayed there a finger working in my hole''shit what is this . im not a sissy ''but she finger him so well, her experience had showed her how to teach them cute tight ass to open up ''you are cute sayinng that your lil pouch bulging''and i was pouch rubbed my hard 6inch back up as i get fingered ''oh you are cute , hard getting fingered like a good sissy boyyyy ''''no im not one. It was then that I noticed several things that I would consider unusual for a forty-year-old female corpse. There was none of the fine textured hair on her arms and face that you frequently see women have. Also there was not a wrinkle to be seen anywhere on her body. None; whatsoever! I didn't see any evidence of flab or fat on her corpse at all. I suddenly had the urge to touch her chest and moved my hands up and placed them on the outside of her dress. I squeezed her breasts; through her. It turned out that the woman had disappeared six days ago while the banker was out of town on a business trip. Considerin' the fact that the only public transportation from the town was by stagecoach, I didn't blame her fer not goin' with her husband. Travelin' any kind of distance by stagecoach could do permanent damage ta yer back an' kidneys.When last seen by the banker, his wife was wavin' goodbye ta him as the stagecoach left town. She was supposed ta go home after that, but nobody in the.