.. which is often.Last Friday night, I dropped into one and immediately noticed a beautiful raven-haired, blue-eyed beauty (my weakness, truth be told... standing alone at the bar sipping something out of a large glass.I approached her and asked if she would like to dance. She agreed, and since it was a slow song, we were able to hold each other tightly, and I liked the way her body felt against mine.Then I took a big breath of her hair and neck, and I noticed her unique scent... Something very. She gasped as she reached orgasm. She sat up and used her hands to push my face into her crotch. I kept still as she enjoyed the pleasure of her orgasm, my penis throbbing with its need for relief. She stood and pulled me up to kiss her. We kissed passionately for a few moments with my penis blindly probing at her stomach. "Oh," she exclaimed looking down, "it's warm." I leaned into her and rubbed my erect penis against her firm muscular stomach. It felt wonderful. "It feels like a hot poker,". ‘Mmmmm you feel good, am I making your cock hard?’, I replied and said ‘feel it, fucking jerk me off’. He got his fingers nice and wet and started rubbing back and forth on my throbbing hard cock, and asked if he could see it. I slid my jeans and boxers down, and he sank to his knees. ‘Holy fucking Jesus, that’s bigger than a lot of guys dicks! May I?’ he took his tongue and ran it along my hard shaft, then started sucking on my eager cock. I put my hands on his head, pulled him closer, harder,. It was 4 years after I started work at the mortuary and Mr. M. was still around. One morning, he told me to follow him to the morgue. He told me that it was pregnant victim and that there are certain things to take note of. He lifted the cover off the body and I saw an attractive young woman wearing only a bra and panties. Her mouth was gaping open and there were 2 wounds on her body, a small reddish round hole still oozing blood just above her belly button (an ‘outie’) and a long red slit that.