Ohhhh…. Mm-Yes, I’m a nasty…nasty little girl.” “A nasty little girl who comes in her panties?” I pushed the wet fabric a little way in wi...h my finger. “Ohhh, god! Yes! Yes! I’m a nasty little girl who comes in her panties! Oh! Oh god! Mm!” She seemed as if she was about to come again, so of course I pulled my hand away and let her writhe in place while I thought about what to do next. Seeking inspiration, my gaze traveled slowly around the room…and came to rest next to the sink. The electric. I nearly choked on my whisky and thought she was joking. But she wasn’t. I had noticed that everyday when we worked together that she wore baggy tops it was clear she was braless underneath, especially if the wind blew her top against her. Well, there in my bedsit she stood up and removed her top to reveal a pert pair of breasts with magnificent nipples. I quickly undid her belt and pulled her jeans down and then her knickers to leave her standing there completely naked. I stood up and we. Then she heard the muffled stains of a march beginning from the organ. She was lifted, then a gentle rocking began, a slow swaying, in perfect time to the music.Suddenly all the pieces fit together and she realized what was happening. The Latin chant was the Requiem Nuptialis, the wedding for the dead! The rocking sensation was caused by the slow measured steps of the six black gowned pallbearers who were carrying her in her casket out of the church and then to the cemetery for burial! She. . can you imagine?" she giggled again and gestured grandly at the street, full of shoppers and families."Summer ends; they all go home. Gets boring 'round here come September. So I try to have fun while I got people to have fun with. Want to?" She winked at me and grinned, showing perfect white teeth against her coral lips." ... to what?" My heart skipped several beats. She didn't mean..."To have fun, silly! C'mon. I'll buy you a drink. There might even be something new at the theater."There.