The frightened woman put her soft hand into my fly and gasped as shefelt my hairy balls and the shaft of my semi-erect prick. Under her touchit quickl... became firmer and protruded from my trousers. She hastilywithdrew her hand. I just looked at her and she quickly put her hand backon my prick. "Did our husband like you to toss him off? I asked. She nodded, notspeaking. "Well why don't you just give me a nice wank while we talk. Would you say that my prick is bigger than your husband's?" She may. I had just finished a second mug when I started to hear the screams. I decided to give her a little more time alone to study the toys on the table in her view. As I opened the door she tried to turn to see. Almost whispering she said, “Who’s there?”I said nothing.This time screaming she said, “Who the fuck is there? I’ll do anything you want, just let me go!”“You’re already going to do everything I want,” I said, “and I won’t be letting you go anytime soon. Now shut up and be a good girl. Can the mortician work his magic on this rotting beauty? And can he resist her post mortem charms while he is doing that? Your fragrance so strongLeaking, bloated, near ruptureHard work but raptureThis was one of the most difficult corpses I had to restore but not the least appealing by far. A young woman was 'choke-holded' to death, raped and left in the woods by some pervert. She was found 3 days later in an advanced state of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her. Mum was sitting on a chair at the table sipping coffee as I walked in; she looked me up as I sat down,“Coffee” she poured before even answered,“Thanks” I took a sip,“How do you feel after last night” she asked,I looked up at her then my focus was looking at her bra, her dark nipples were just visible through the lacy material, mums tits were all that a girl could wish for, they are what I call motherly tits, you just want to cuddle up to them, I only hoped that when I get older I would have.