“Um ... no. I was just ... um,”“ ... going to massage my scalp?” Mom finished for me.“Yeah, that’s ... uh, yeah.”Mom held her hand up an... I put the brush in it. After putting it on the dresser, Mom leaned back toward me, tipping her face upward, eyes closed. My thighs pressed against her back. I started running my fingers through Mom’s hair and scratching lightly at her scalp. Mom didn’t make an aural response until my fingers slipped down to trace her forehead.“Mmmmmmmmm, I like that,” she. He positioned himself at her opening, her obscene wetness coating the end of his manhood. He wanted to savour this, he wanted to take his time. He eased into her, only slightly, letting her heat envelop him. He slowed his pace, letting her think he was going to bury himself fully inside her, before backing out, teasing her, making her want it back within her. It was driving her crazy. He was big, not much bigger than her husband, but big enough for her to notice. He stretched her in new ways. Q: Did you ever witness any male bodies with 'angel lust'? If so, how did they die to have this condition and how long did they have it?A: I've come into contact with a few. Most are younger men that have had a lot of medication at the hospital before they have passed and it's been pumped through their veins with chest compressions. I've seen it go away in minutes or it's been a matter of hours because rigor sets in before it goes down.Q: Do men who have been hanged, asphyxiated, or drowned. I couldn't see her eyes, because she was wearing sunglasses. And the way she was holding the cups of her top I knew she'd undone the catch in the back. What truly amazed me was how gracefully she'd corrected her faux pas, without adding any air of condescension. And how did she know? I hadn't even told my parents about that personal change. I climbed up"Forgive me?" she asked in a teasing little voice."Oh sure, Mrs. Ewing." Now it's your turn to say you're sorry!" she scolded. "We're both.