Her head was turned to the left and I could see her blue eyes staring lifelessly across the room. I touched her face, it was stone cold. What was I go...ng to do? I should call 911 but there was no hurry! I couldnt save her life and neither could they. Then I remembered my fantasy. I had always had a fantasy about making love to my wife after she was dead. I didnt think it would ever happen since she was 7 years younger than me and would likely outlive me. Pam had learned of my fantasy several. That was one of our favorite sex positions. It let me play with her tits while she could play with her clit.John got on his back, his cock hard and his veins pulsing. The first thing Carol did was kneel on the bed, swallow his cock, slobbering and licking every inch of it. John pushed her head down and soon she was deep throating it. Her mouth was at the base of his cock nestled in his pubic hair. Her eyes were glittering and I could smell her excited sex.John moaned, "Ahhhh, suck it."I. She gulped the thick loads of hot fluid, while my hands shook her head fiercely. As she looked up, my dick was sliding through her mouth losing its short lived vigor.My mother moved up again to fall over me letting her naked breasts to press against my chest. As if magic, my dick soon recovered from its recession to start growing harder and longer feeling her nipples pricking my chest. My hands became adventurous as they gripped my mother’s hips firmly. Soon the grip loosened to allow my hands. At this moment in time she did not care if anyone readher, but most of those that passed by were too wrapped up in their ownconversations anyway. The sounds of traffic and conversations underscoredher thoughts and she strolled onwards, so although her eyes were open,they might have just as well been closed.Jayne did not know why what had been her Saturday routine for so longsuddenly struck her as so futile, but her instincts were telling her thatthis was not a passing fad, and that it was not.