Then I started thinking about the two others toys, I had to try them too! I replaced the dildo with the plug. It was wider than the dildo, so I had to...press and push to get it in, and I could feel my ass stretching. But suddenly it popped in. I stood up with it in me, and tried to walk around a bit. My wet cock was poking straight up under my little dress and the plug really felt good pressed up my ass. I drank more, and by now I was really, really drunk.I left the plug in and just jerked a. I have always been a boob man and hers are a nice size, and have often tried to see down her top or in her blouse to catch a glimpse of cleavage, on the odd occasion she has caught me and given me a little cheeky look. At every opportunity I walk around naked and often my mother in law has seen me, I have seen her look down at my cock as we brushed past each other to and from the bathroom. Knowing that she has seen me has makes me quite horny I then go to the bedroom and jerk off even leaving. Sloppy housekeeping like that could indicate other weaknesses she may be able to leverage if she kept her eyes open. The inside of the closet, when she stopped to peer in, was painted in an industrial gray color and the exposed piped and wiring conduit were all labeled in military script. Pressure, contents, direction of flow, compartment number and even voltage. This was pure military and not the marking system used on civilian ships.The door to the mess was clearly marked and decorated in a. Hasn’t it?”I nodded again, tears streaming down my face. “Oh, God, Teri. I wish it was me, not you!” And I collapsed into her arms, sobbing.She held my head, smoothing my hair. I could feel the IV line, dragged by her hand, brush across my head. Something made me think of Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven,” tapping at my door. I shook my head to dislodge the thought.I was plainly crying now, shaking, mourning, but feeling the irony of it. Teri was comforting me about her death before she was.