Despite her declaration that “I really do have to get back to work,” I resisted Etta’s efforts to dress and go by successfully stealing her damp...undies. I made a point of sniffing them deeply. “I love the smell and taste of your musk!,” I declared. Etta finally gave up her quest to retrieve her panties, told me I could keep them “as a souvenir,’ toweled her pussy clean and finished dressing. I adored every single move she made. It was sooooo fucking erotic watching this incredibly sexy older. The sight would have repulsed most personnel, but for Corrientes it made her feel intensely happy to be a woman, so intensely alive and responsive to those sights around her.She also couldn't help but notice the effect that the sight of this particular dead man now had on her body and couldn't ignore how the state of him made her cream her pants. Most women would dismiss the idea of getting aroused by something as repulsive as a corpse, and would never dare to share it with other people. Not. One good gust in the night and it might pull free. There was nothing for it but to plan on an all-night vigil. Once everything was as secured as I could make it, I sat back on the deck, and leaned against the aft storage locker that usually served as a seat. It was the same one Brandy had claimed when she first came aboard.I must have either dozed off or daydreamed. Either way, I never heard the bump of the skiff as it touched my hull."Hey there, stranger" a familiar voice called me. "You. I know I brought them in here", she muttered to herself. She walked back in her room and finally noticed the empty potion bottle next to what was now her floating panties and bra."Shit", she whispered. She walked toward them, but they backed away as she got close."I command you to sit still", she whispered toward her rebellious underwear but they continued to back away from her."Damn it, I guess if I don't command them the second I give them life they pretty much do what they want to", she.