It certainly wasn’t “fated,” the love of his life was dead and I’d never even thought that way.But we understood each other thoroughly, and in...our world that goes a lot further than looks or charm. The physical aspects were pleasant enough, but just having someone to be with now and then, someone who wouldn’t judge, is far more important. And while he never judged me, he was often my conscience.He told me he expected me to hold to my promise to kill him if he ever drank again.I assured him I. Even gave me a book for it and everything, so let's give this a shot.Feeling pretty good overall today, considering current events, that is. I'm still employed, for now, definitely thankful for that. A lot of people have gotten laid off and I've still got to make rent. Pretty stressed that I'll lose my job too in the coming weeks depending on how long this quarantine lasts. I am pretty low on the totem pole after all.I’ve never been much of a shut-in, either. I’m usually out all weekend at bars. Finally, I was spent. I lay on top of her cool body for a while and then got up and hosed my body clean of all the slime and blood. I then proceeded to wash her thoroughly, cleaning her of all traces of snake and man. I sewed up her wounds and hid them under a layer of cosmetics. I then dressed her in the black dress which was delivered together with her corpse, styled her hair and applied a light layer of makeup on her face. She was looking very pretty and lifelike by the time I was done.. Even though I was absolutely gagging for it I encouraged him to keep teasing me, telling him how much I loved watching the tip of his dick nudging against my hole. He wasn't even using an inch of his dick, which I guessed was 7inch at the very least and my hungry arse was trying to suck him into me. After about ten minutes I couldn't stand it any longer and I shamelessly begged him to put more inside me. He took hold of my ankles and pushed my legs back, ordering me to pull my cheeks apart,.