I also tried giving her mouth to mouth resuscitation. Obviously, I was too late to achieve anything except fill her dead lungs with air and watching h...r breasts rise and fall beautifully with my breaths. Soon however, I was overcome with lust as I attempted the post mortem resuscitation. I stripped off my pants and penetrated her dead body several times. She was tight despite being brutally raped and I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of her teeth and tongue against my penis.When I had enough. She was in agony; hungry for Him. Watching her aroused and ablaze with sexual fever, a raw, feral instinct nearly took over, God she’ll be a sweet fuck and a good, hard ride. He slowly withdrew his finger before his control almost snapped, tossing his self-proclaimed oath aside about not plunging his throbbing cock to the hilt in her tiny, hot, hole. There were after all, other delicious things he could do with her white luscious cheeks. Stepping back once again to gaze at his sexy submissive. ”“Anyway no way now that’s a lie. Guys don’t dream of me.”“I know they do. I’m a guy. They don’t say anything….act all cool and everything…but trust me...they are soaking up your body with their eyes. Taking mental pics everytime you wear a short skirt to school, imagining what color panties you’re wearing, wishing they could cop a feel with you over a beer. Trust me it’s not just teachers with pervy thoughts haha.”“Dad! That’s more detail than I was looking for. But still find what you say. He examined the animal with great care and said, “I don’t find anything wrong with it. What’s the matter?”“It’s broke. It doesn’t go where I tell it to go.”Wanapitz looked at Oscar as if he were an alien from outer space. Raising an eyebrow, he said, “You don’t know how to ride, do you?”“Well, not exactly,” Oscar answered feeling a little embarrassed. He had assumed that the Gods and Goddesses would have given him the skill to ride a horse.“Get on the horse,” Wanapitz said sounding a little.