There’s pineapple, oranges, and cottage cheese, or you could have pancakes. Or eggs, if you want.”She gave me a small smile. “Fruit sounds nice,...�� she agreed, only to look away abruptly when I got up, her face flushed at the sight of my still-hard cock.In my haste to get breakfast for her, I’d sort of forgotten.Although the distraction helped me cool off a little, and by the time I had cottage cheese and fruit in a bowl, my semi-hard cock was much less noticeable. I then went ahead and grabbed a. I have long since taken over the job of chief embalmer at the company after Mr M retired sometime in the early 1990s. (As you can see, my memoirs will not be in chorological order but rather based on how I remembered my patients.) I had just received an order to embalm the body of the young female that had died in the terrible tsunami disaster 3 days ago. I had seen her photograph in the newspapers and knew that she was a pretty 19-year-old student who was holidaying with her family when the. ” “It turns you on and you feel like maybe there is something wrong with you.” “Yes. Maybe it’s bad. Maybe I’m doing the wrong thing. Maybe I’M bad.” “Hey, shhhh. Listen to me.” “Looks up at you.” “Reaches out to your cheek and caresses it gently, staring deeply into your eyes and smiling softly.” “’Mmmmms’ quietly and listens.” “There is nothing inherently bad or evil about the lifestyle. You are free to come and go as you please. No one, including me, is going to. She waits until I look up and then stands up, just a little back from the window, so I can see she is concealed in the customary towel. Today though, instead of disappearing and getting dressed out of sight behind the other set of curtains, she takes the towel off and does a little 'under boob' rub round with it. This gives me more than a good view of her perky little bee sting titties for the first time. They were obviously very small with just a little sag to them, she was mid twenties or.