However, the view up her skirt had already resulted in a far different arousal. He rolled over and stood in the shallow end of the pool the head of hi... cock breaking the surface."Ah Michelle the Man-Hater (yet another of the nicknames she had picked up thru the years) come to finish the job? Did you bring a bat with you this time?" George walked to the steps and climbed slowly out of the pool. His anger was so hot that he couldn't have cared less that he was standing naked in front of Michelle. I now felt after our previous interlude I knew her well enough to call her Catherine.I pulled her left ankle and shoe out from between the table rails and slowly lowered it to the floor. I marveled at her shapely calves and thighs and my dick began to stiffen. I was getting turned on at the site of Catherine Wyatt's lovely corpse and couldn't help it. I took a roll of toilet paper and soaked up the urine and cum on the floor and flushed it down the toilet. By now the feeling had returned to all. When he’d been on top, he’d used his broken arm quite a lot in both fondling her belly and legs as well as for holding himself up. “Sorry…you take it easy with that thing,” she told him, pointing at it. “Yeah,” he agreed as he planted his feet on the floor and began walking towards her. His dick was still swollen from their sexcapades earlier and with each step, it swung from side to side, slapping the tops of his thighs. “Holee shit, your dick is ridiculous,” she commented off-handedly as he. I grinned. "You're hiding something," I accused."I'm not," she stammered. "No secrets. Just some things that are temporally inconvenient." Temporally inconvenient?" An odd phrase. Then I remembered where I'd heard the phrase before. "Oh." I was thinking about the Brady Bunch," she said whimsically.My mind immediately pictured Marsha. I may lust after red-heads and be in love with a brunette, but Marsha was just, well, Marsha."Stop drooling, and wipe that stupid look off your face," Tami.