He dropped his shorts and pants, and out flopped his thick nine inch black cock and sat down, as he grew in front of me, I just knew from that moment ...n I would always look at a cock and remember this moment. I fell to my knees and took his shaft in my hand, my fingers barley wrapping around it as I started stroking him harder and harder. I began to lick the tip of his cock the taste hit my tongue, the taste of a real man. I wrapped my other hand around it, working him in my hands as I tried my. John Malkvic was preparing to enter the morgue. That's right, he was a mortician. Most of his days were spent grooming dead corpses for the funerals that awaited them. He in truth, hated his job. At first, John was fascinated at the concept of death; and thought it would be cool to work with the dead one on one. But as the years had rolled on he found it interlay too dreary. His shift began at 1 A.M., and finished at 8. On this night the rigorous hours pissed him off greatly. He was going to. I stumbled beside him, meekly giving in, even as I felt myself getting more and more turned on. I had never done anything sexual in my life aside from kissing and touching a boy’s leg. Once, and only once, I had touched a penis through thick layers of denim. I had always been nervous and skittish when it came to any kind of physical intimacy. Secretly, I had always wanted to experience the many varied and pleasurable ways of having sex, and when my older brother still lived at home, I had. " Don't go beating yourself again. You're a very good mother."Bob saw tears come to Ann's eyes, "I'm sorry Ann. Did I say something wrong?"Ann shook her head and tried to hide her tears, "I just always wanted a family. I told you what happened to me. They weren't too gentle. About a year after I left Ray I started having some problems. The doctor told me that I can't have children anymore."Ann looked up and tried to smile, "At this stage of my life I wouldn't want to be pregnant anyway."Bob.