"There now, we should have everything we need for the night." He locked up the rig and we headed for our motel room. Max flicked on the light switch w...ich turned on one of the lamps on a bedside table. It was a standard motel room, dingy wallpaper and outdated carpeting. There was a crappy old desk with a TV sitting on top. I could see a door leading into the bathroom, and that was about it—except for the bed of course. I'd never seen a king-size bed in my life and I couldn't believe how big it. As if you knew my silent battle to sleep your lips feathered a soothing kiss across my forehead. “Shhh…” Your voice echoed in the darkness. Knowing something was amiss I fought to think what it was, to remember. Suddenly it dawned on me. Those was the same thing you said to me yesterday. My heart hammering in my chest, I fought to wake up, to clear my mind. Knowing with sudden clarity that I was not dreaming, my body unconsciously tensed against yours, pulling away from your strong embrace.. “I’m afraid that the only way to get the lid on is either to pay another $3,000 for an extra-large coffin or to amputate his member”.“Well I have no more money” states the widow “and it is against my religion for me to bury my husband in more than one piece”.The funeral director thinks about this and then comes up with a brainwave: He’ll amputate his dick and then stick it up the deceased’s backside, in which case a more expensive coffin is unnecessary and the husband will still be, in a manner. After a few minutes, he pulled out. My arse hole must have been a gaping hole now it was stretched to his girth. The breeze was welcoming too as it cooled the lube between my cheeks which I found quite soothing.“I love these though”, he said as he pulled at my nipples again. He also touched my balls again and I felt my cock growing once more for him. “Guess you do too”, he slapped my erection playfully then pulled my foreskin back to expose my swelling helmet.He stood back and pulled his.