I let Dale speak for me. He asked the question, "Have you ever had occasion to move a body after it has been interred?"The funeral director's name was...Peter Higgins and he weighed about 350 pounds. He was huge! "Yes, of course. It's not common, but it has to be done for one reason or another sometimes. Why, do you need one moved?" Yes. You remember Miss Maudie Ferguson? Before she died she sold part of her land to Jim Ryan and told him there was a burial crypt on the property. She gave him the. "Open wide", she said pulling on the thread to make sure I obeyed. I opened my mouth and she poured the contents of the bottle over her clit, down her slit and into my mouth. It was LIMEADE. I hate the stuff I think piss would have been preferable. "You've got off easy this time", she said, "Next time You may not be so lucky". "Is that it?", I asked. "Nope", she said, "turn over. I want you to finger me". I turned onto my stomach and she positioned herself over my hands. "Rub my clitoris gently. After almost a minute, she let go and smiled as she watched him gaspfor air. She got up and walked out to the living room, still holding his leash,forcing him to struggle after her. He licked her toes as she made herselfdinner, and waited on the dirty floor by the table for scraps from her meal.After her dinner, she untied him and made him get on his hands and knees as abench for her. She read a book as he kissed the shapely calf that was pressedagainst his face. Then, when she was in the mood. Jan reached forward and slid a finger inside Carole’s soaking wet pussy while she continued licking her. Her mouth and face was getting soaked with Carole’s cunt juices and she loved it. She loved the taste and smell of her friend’s juices. Carole’s breathing was getting heavier and heavier as her climax got closer and closer. Jan moved on to her clit and quickly found it and managed to clamp her lips round it, She sucked on it and nibbled on it.Carole shouted out, ‘oh my god, I’m cumming, lick.