With each thrust she could feel the new addition pulling at her lips as the pace increased. Every stroke her lips spread wide as whatever it was pulle... itself free only to be thrust back in.Dimly, Rhonda realized the swelling protuberance was now banging against her vaginal entrance, no longer sliding in and out. Several times Rhonda thrust back hard against the ball like object, suddenly it passed through and Rhonda simultaneously felt all thirteen inches of cock embed her and push thru into. The intensity of the highly sensual situation seemed to snare Adriana and myself at the same time as we both howled in orgasmic shrieks simontaniously, Adriana leaping off Mar'es lap to convulse in a quivering ball on the floor while I slid off Mar'es face to breathlessly collapse on the sofa next to him, fighting to fill my lungs with air and slow my pounding heart rate to reasonable levels, while Mar'e just sat there, surveying the carnage he'd wrought, his cock still at proud attention.As I. Oh, dear, I do dislike these explanationsand . . .well, it can’t be helped. Mr. ah, Mr…” Hefumbled in his pocket for a notepad and studied it .“Mr… yes, here were are… ‘Duchose. Age 68. Massiveheart attack. Single. Lived alone. No previous healthproblems. Will probably be unprepared’ I see. Yes. Well,Mr. Duchose, I am here to inform you that you are now ata new stage of your existence. That is, you are what youwould describe as ‘dead.’. In my first couple of months, I wound up having a regular customer, a lady named Mrs. Olive Ruxton. She lived in an apartment building near Gramercy Park in Manhattan. I guessed that she was asking for me each time she called the service although I wasn’t explicitly told that.One sunny Tuesday in May I went out to the garage in Long Island City and I found out that I again had Mrs. Ruxton for an assignment. It was going to be for the entire afternoon, but that was fine with me. She was always.