She finally came up to my mouth and began kissing me and I could taste my cum on her tongue. She put my hand to her pussy and I finger fucked her as s...e fingered my cunt and kept tongue kissing me more. Then she pushed my mouth to a tit and I was told to suck hard on the nipple. I loved the nipple sucking and soon she was pushing my face to her pussy and told to lick her wet snatch. Then I was told to suck on her clit before I licked her fuck hole and tongue fucked her. I loved the taste of. She possessed Binta's body. But, and the thought sent another much less pleasant spasm through her, it was also a body she shared with so many others. She tried to banish the image, but it stayed in her mind, even while Binta's tongue explored inside her mouth. The hairy buttocks. The taut sinewy hands. The swelling gut. The harsh bristles on a man's chin. The thoughts became too much. She pushed herself off Binta and with no warning burst into tears. She covered her face with her hands, but. He understood now. It was his body trying to get out of the grave, it was his ‘inner soul’ that told him it was over. The manifestation that stood over the chasm was his trapped ‘outer soul’, an entity unable to touch, taste. Love. He had to get his body out of the coffin – it was his only chance of becoming solid again! His souls and his body had to become one once more. Jumping into the grave, he lost balance and landed awkwardly, his right foot slipping down the side pushing the parchment. His other hand forced my dress up and out of the way, then he slid it along my ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly. I squirmed, but it was useless, I couldn’t even turn to see him. I tried to talk to him, pleading, but he yanked my panties down to my knees with one motion. I felt him positioning himself above me, aligning his hips with mine, I felt the head of his cock taking its spot at the entrance to my snatch. Then a grunt as he thrust in. He proceeded to fuck me, his own mother, while I.