I felt a huge knot on my head from my bed. I suddenly remembered what happened and looked down at my penis. Thank God, it was all right, although my c...m had stuck to it and fried, looking something like cooked rice noodles. I got up slowly to check my second most precious possession, as my skull was ranked third. To my utter surprise, my computer was still on, still flipping through the slideshow just like it had been when the lightning hit. I stopped the show and check the rest of it quickly.. But there was no movement or breathing. Penelope pulled a chair up next to the bed. I sat in it.I don’t know how long we were there, but it was a while. Eventually, somehow, she got me home. We didn’t talk much. We would be, maybe tomorrow, but today, no.Everyone from the salon from where she had worked for so many years attended the funeral, even some long-time customers. The wake was at her house, my house now, I guess. I’d be selling it: too many memories for me to keep it.The wake ended in. Myra, now well stimulated, begging for release and confessed that she was 'Pathetic in bed, a total frigid fish that no man would willingly want again after fucking her at least once.'What did she always think about during sex? Her father, who brought her first to his bed on her fourteenth birthday right after her mother had died, to 'take over the women's job in the house'. Her brother had been diddling her for at least a year earlier.Had she stopped him? "No, he was much older and bigger than. Reaching down to his own zipper he pulled out his cock that was average sized and stroked his cock hard. He could feel his orgasm and he pounded his cock harder and splattered all over the floor. Draco could see Harry shudder and knew that he had cum which sent him over the edge. He gripped Harrys head harder and face raped Harrys mouth and cam with a shout down Harrys throat. Harry pulled away and swallowed the last of Dracos cum. Harry looked around to see Ron covered in cum and still.