Inside and out. Emily leaned over and licked my cum from my cock and what spilled on my stomach and balls and even my pubes. When we were done I pulle... her up next to me and we just stared into each other's eyes. I hesitated for a second and kissed her on the lips. Emily surprised me and shoved her tongue in my mouth and gave me a deep loving french kiss. I could taste my cum on her tongue and I'm sure that she was tasting her shit too. We kissed for quite a while, nibbling on each other's. They were crusty and I could smell a big difference in the front and back her ass sweat was strong with the odors of her smelly asshole. I could smell my wife's asshole all day, though. I jerked even harder.I kept the ass part of my wife's dirty panties up to my nose as I looked for something else to fuck. I remembered the laundry I had left. I went back to the living room and found a folded shirt a few pieces down. I slid my cock in between the folds and started to fuck. It was cool and soft. Candles were lit, more prayers were offered and a honor guard took its place, lining either side of the twin caskets and staring stone-facedly ahead. In the elegant casket, the white-clad body of Sophie Maria Josephine Albina, Grafin (Countess) Chotek von Chotkowa und Wognin, duchess of Hohenberg, wife of the Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary, lay peacefully composed upon gleaming white satin, gloved hands folded on her torso, chestnut-tressed head pillowed on frothy lace, eyes. “Talking,” she said with a grin. “Was that what it was?”“Has she?” I asked, trying to get her back on track.She nodded. “She says that you can connect to me,” she said, “so that when I get pain, no matter where you are, you can help me.”“Did she tell you what else can happen over the bond?” I asked.“She said I might feel your emotions, sometimes, if they are strong. If you are happy or sad or angry.”“And?”She blushed. “That I might feel you guys having sex. But that shouldn’t happen, because.