He was well built and comfortably over six foot tall. He towered intimidatingly over both my dad and me and could easily have taken both of us should ...t come to physical v******e. My dad, however, was fuelled by a greater amount of angry rage.He barged passed my sister's boyfriend and into the apartment as the rest of us followed in, with Marcus behind looking slightly amused as he shut the door behind us. I, who had perhaps watched the video with a greater amount of interest than the others,. Sure the town still saw boats but these were seagoing vessels thattransported goods overseas rather than inland and river going boats wererarely seen as the transport of goods was now done by road.La Bonne was neglected now and people rarely visited her, as if they wereashamed of how she had been treated and turned essentially into a sewer.The beauty of her youth and the old ways had been forgotten.As far as I am aware the sexual revolution started in our town when Meganmoved into an old. I quickly lit another and tokedthree or four times before putting it out.I was thinking to myself, “What the Hell?” and turnedin. Feeling nervous, but already getting horny at thethought of watching some beauties suck and fuck, I hadto rearrange old “Clyde” in my pants to minimize my own“show” before I went in. I walked in bravely, as if I knew what I was doing. Ibrowsed around the books and videos for a while, theexplicit pictures and words making me harder. I had no choice but to pee around my dead lovers cock. I must have dozed off, the speed had worn off. I woke to the strangest feeling. I dreamed that Jack was alive and his cock was growing hard inside me. It was no dream. Jacks cock was becoming hard inside me, swelling and staying that way. Rigormortis, that had to be it. Oh GOD, it was morbid, but I couldn't help it. I began moving my hips up and down, moving Jacks dead cock in and out of my pussy, useing my pussy muscles to milk his shaft..