Her hands kept a death grip on my head as if wanting to push my whole face inside her cunt. I was kneading her butts and she leaned back keeping her h...nds behind her. Her thighs gripped my face in a tight lock. My tongue was furiously stroking her faster and faster. With another throaty moan, she came and thrust her pelvis against my face and ground her cunt furiously. I started caressing her naval and her breasts, helping her come down from her peaks. She shivered and raising herself, cuddled. I admit I have. Once again, I am quite drunk. He goes further. He wants to know which act I found most exciting. I tell him, in slurred speech, it was when he entered Alia from behind, clearly fcuking her asshole. He asks, Did you come as you watched that? I admit I did. Days pass, boundaries dissolve. There is nothing at all hidden about Viktor and Alia’s affair. Alia comes and goes as she pleases. She seems happier than I’ve ever seen her. She is very much in love. She explains nothing, I. She began to undo her skirt and stepped backwards towards her bed. As she did, she pulled him with her. Already horny as ever he realized he could easily cum, if presented the right circumstances. “Oh god” he moaned again. “Is all this too much for you sweetheart?” she asked. He lied again. “No” he said as she shook his head. “Good,” she said “because I’d surely love to feel your penis, your cock if you’ll let me.” The skirt dropped. She had terrific looking, thicker thighs and legs. He moaned. My silk blouse lays slightly parted--the top buttons undone, allowing you to see the hollow of my cleavage, and nestled within, the crucifix you gave me oh so long ago. You eye strays to the small tents my nipples (now stiff in death) pitch in the light blue fabric. You fingers itch to touch them, to pinch them, and to caress my pliant breasts.You lick you lips, passion enflamed, as you continue to drink in the sight of my corpse. My hands--now alabaster--are gently folded on the small bulge of.