She realized now why he had felt uncomfortable, earlier. “Oh,” she finally said. “Sorry. I really wasn’t ... I mean, I didn’t think of that....This.” Her eyes dropped down on the last word, to his lap, and back up again quickly.“It’s OK, Sophia. Really. I’m not mad. How could I be mad? Of course you can look. It’s natural curiosity.”That was sufficient permission for her to recover from her nervousness. She moved forward on her knees another foot, and leaned in, looking at it even more carefully.. "W-o-w!" I gasped. My voice sounded hoarse rather than sweet, as though myvoice-box had been burnt away. "I t-h-i-n-k t-h-e p-i-l-l-s may havedeteriorated over the..." I paused. My voice had changed as I uttered thesentence. OK, no way could it be described as sweet, but it was certainlyhigher in pitch, and had far less base to it."That's remarkable," Gemma said. "It sounds less... powerful, I guess.Talk some more."I did so. "I was thinking that was incredibly stupid of me - to taketablets. Not only that but he did it so easily. Kevin moved his head up and down then paused and looked at Greg. It took Greg a few seconds to realize that Kevin was telling him to fuck his throat. Greg slowly began moving his hips back and forth like he was fucking a pussy and slid his cock up and down his brother's throat.Kevin started to get a little tired and began moving his head in rhythm with Greg's movements. He knew it wasn't going to be long before Greg came and he wanted to be ready. Greg. He took on a thoughtful look and suggested we go and ask at the morgue. He thought many of the corpses had been processed by the same morgue attendants.The morgue was located across the street and was accessed by a long tunnel running under Albany. As we approached, we were almost overcome by the smell of formaldehyde. It was nasty, and I asked Molly if she wanted to return to the car and wait for me. She fought back her bile and stated she was in this to the end.The attendant we spoke to wore.