The other me, the me that lay in the casket, was dressed as for her wedding. Mom had promised me her bridal gown for my wedding. Instead, she had give... it to me for my burial. A white veil covered my face like a fine mist. A large bouquet of calla lilies lay in my arms.As I stared at the casket, I began to focus on the peaceful face, my face, beneath the veil. My field of vision seemed to narrow, as if, without taking a step, I was moving closer and closer to the face within the casket.. He squealed in shock. "I want Uncle Jake'smanhood all for myself! It's far too good to share with your sissy-pussy, sweetheart!" You're dead right there!" Jake scornfully added, "I don't fuck pansies!Mind you, I know a few guys who do. Like an introduction to a gay mateof mine, Davie old boy? He likes to bum pansies."David shuddered at the thought and took refuge in his sissy self."Pweathe Mummy, I jutht want to be a thissy baby." I know, sweetie. Mummy knows. Pass me one of those pink. As she sat him down to wait for his meal, placing him at an old massive sort of kitchen table, he took the chance to look around. It was a really big, old fashioned, type of kitchen with wood stoves, and from where he sat, at least, two electrical ones too.There was a flurry of activity in it, everywhere women running around, fixing and doing, and to that you could add the heavenly smell of newly baked bread, hanging over it all as an odorous cloud, with all kinds of food being prepared on the. I gestured to offer Wings a chair, but she sat down near the foot of the bed instead to watch. I gave her hand a last squeeze and forced my way in over squirming bare female flesh to the center of the bed and allowed myself to be inundated with lovers.Scotia worked an elbow or two and managed to get between my legs to get the lionesses share of my cock, gulping it down as far as she could take it, but was forced to surrender it when Laura snuck her hips down over it from above, mounting me in a.