Jenna always hated working late. She hated that she had to walk home so late. She knew it was dangerous, she always carried peperspray in her bag and ... small pocket knife for protection. But, she wished she had put the two in a special place because knowing her luck, one day she’d need it and it’d be at the bottom of her damned bag under all the makeup and electronics. Three blocks later, Jenna was at home. She peeled off her coat and placed it on the rack by the door. She then slipped off her. I gasped as I rammed my dick home. For a woman with her supposed past, she was amazingly tight. It was as if the corpse grasped my cock and began to milk me. Again and again I thrust my hips, each time slamming the head of my cock home against her dead cervix. Again and again, like a desperate man I drove myself deep inside her, sending the corpse's limbs and breasts into a frenzy of uncontrolled quaking. I don't know how many strokes it was, perhaps five, perhaps five hundred. I could feel the. She handed Miss Mary some Clothes pins and they went and attacked my sack. They put them all over my sack on any place they could find. There must have been at least 20 clothes pins pinching down on me. They were both laughing as I started to buck my hips. Miss Anne spoke ?Oh stop that we can tell you like it look at your cock it’s still hard. I think you should be thanking us for giving you this pleasure.? ?She said to thank us!? Miss Mary screamed at me and slapped my dick.Thank you Miss Anne. " Yes, it's so funny but true but then they always like to watch a girlwalk across the street towards them and that's why they will notice youinstead of me," she said as if egging me to question why."And why would they be looking at me walking," I asked?"Because you sway your ass back and forth," she replied as she smiled toherself more than me I expect."Well, let's just see if we can make it past them without getting beat upwhy don't we," I said.So we both seemed apprehensive approaching these.