She even gave a long sensual sigh as air from her last breath was released from her strangled windpipe. I could not help but to kiss her at this point...while continuing to massage her neck. The thought of sex crossed my mind and despite the fact that she wa a rape victim, I had sex with her corpse. As I pushed in and out of her,careful to avoid rupturing her torn belly again, I continued kissing her and massaging her bruised neck. I also placed my penis into her open inviting mouth. She was. Probably 6 inches taller, so he seemed to loom over me as he took my cock back in his hand and started stroking again. Then he said he was going to masturbate while he stroked me if that was OK and I said "sure". So he undid his fly with his other hand and took out his cock and started stroking. It was quite dark where we were, so I couldn't really see but I could hear the strokes he was making on his cock combine with the sound of my own cock in his other fist. He asked " do you like it?" and. .. growing? She was! The class watched as she grew taller and taller. Her skirt rode up her tighs. Her shirt stretched, buttons straining. No one was more shocked then Janet.Then, her shirt could take no more. POP POP POP! The buttons on her blouse shot off in all directions. Her shirt fell open, revealing a black, thick bra. Her skirt split down the side, flapping loosely. And still she grew. She was nearing six feet tall now! Her shoes split apart, bare feet ripping through them. Her waist. Over coffee she told me her name: Betty, and that she lived at home with her Mother, as she had been divorced. "I hope you weren't offended by my admition that I had enjoyed looking at your bum" isaid, and Betty looked at me and said:"well as it happens I wasn't,and I was going to ask you if you wanted to see it properly!" I nearly fell off the stool, and said:"Not here surely?" "Of course not, you can follow me home, as my mother is away on a pensioners holiday"She showed me her car, and so I.