Bob continued to let her rub her wide open wet pussy lips on his shaft a little longer, and I could see his cock growing bigger, and bigger. I saw Bob...��s hands move to her hips, and she was moving up and down on his shaft, then when she moved all the way up to the top, at his dick head, and he held her up, and pushed his hips down a little, and aligned the tip of his cock with the opening of her wide open vagina, then made a thrusting motion, and Dawn let out another yelp, and Bob had his hands. "Melinda paused. "Just worry about yourself," she said in a low voice.Heather was a bit surprised by that reply and wondered if Melinda had indeed matured more than she had thought. At least that's what she hoped; the alternative was that her sister had been beaten down so far she no longer expected anything better.Melinda yanked her top over her bare breasts. She pulled her hair out from under it as she started towards the bed, glancing down as her breasts danced under her shirt. "God, I wish. ’ Velda looked to be about thirty five and had a far away look in her eyes. As I stepped closer, I could see them welling up with tears. ‘Do you know the girl on the boat?’ I asked. ‘Debbie?’ She asked, startled. ‘Yeah, sure I do. I was there when Arthur came with the news about your wife. Debbie was crushed.’ ‘Would you join me for a cup of coffee?’ I asked. ‘Or maybe a drink after work?’ ‘I’ll tell the boss I’m leaving for the day,’ Velda offered, turning on one spiked heel and heading for. Her warm hands felt soothing to my chest as she rocked up and down on my organ and she settled into a rhythm. Maybe being dead wasn't going to be so bad after all. I could feel her vaginal muscles start to tighten as her orgasm hit her and she bathed my prick with her juices and ground her pussy against me. I also felt another surprisingly strange sensation. It felt very similar to when I was ejaculating into Anita. I couldn't be cumming; could I. After all I was dead and dead men aren't.