“ Need some supporter ?"Tasha asked in a purposeful voice.

I swallowed and looked up not knowing what I was going to do. Tasha was leaning with one hip against the door of her father's hand truck. She looked sexy as pit. I took a long look at her.

Tasha has articulatio humeri length, flaming red hair. It was full and framed the blanch skin of her face. The red brought out the bottle green gloss of her eyes and the smattering of light lentigo. Her font is very attractive and after her strickle eyes, her to the full lip are it's most pronounced feature. My centre drifted down to her t-shirt covered bureau. Tasha usually wore dress that hid her large chest of drawers. She had a fairly small shape that made her D-cups smell even adult. I had never seen more than a little segmentation. I have checked often.

Her coxa flared out a bit all-inclusive than she would sustain liked. I'd heard her mention her"big posterior"on occasion, but it looks somewhat very well, to me.. I don't know if she is in to it or not, but I'd thought of tapping her ass on many juncture Today she had on blue jean and though she wasn't facing the right direction, I had already noted how well she filled them out.

‘ Oh, fuck'I thought. ‘ What do I do now ? ‘ I decided to just answer the query. I felt a lilliputian flushed and it seemed to me like she asked it an hour ago.

"Sure"

It came out a piffling nervous and high pitched. I over compensated and then my voice sounded more like Barry White when I asked her to grab the denotation cord and thermoregulator from inside. I expected the little giggle that I had heard so often when I amused her, but she just nodded and went to get the equipment.

I climbed up into the bed of the motortruck and noticed that the lid of the freezer was not completely closed. I opened it, figuring I would need to align the body. I was not wrongly. It was entirely expected, but Julia…..I really call for to break off thinking of her as a individual, it was going to be hard enough to do this as it was. The body…. looked liked it had just been dumped in. I'm sure that was exactly what happened in all the haste.

I pulled the physical structure into a sitting position, bending her pegleg up, and spreading them apart. The position was not reverential, but her torso needed to lie between her articulatio genus so the lid would close. I would also be able to scuff her out a picayune easier.

"Here ya go"Tasha said

"Ahhhh !"I screamed and jumped."Fuck !"I continued.

"Glad I'm not the exclusively one who is a piddling on edge."Tasha said"You want to go get a beer ?"

I was back to"What do I do ?"Tasha is very pretty and if I wasn't with Kim I would have been all over her offer. But, even Kim's earlier permission to do it her best ally, did not seem to grant me absolution.

"I cleared it with Kim"she added.

She looks so in force and Kim is OK with it…. Conflicted, only begins to draw what I am feeling.

"I just need to talk"she added sensing my internal fight"Promise."

Maybe I AM dense. But, the idea of talking about this, with soul who was more documentary than the sisters, did not go bad at all.

"Ok"I said"Just let me get this rigged up"

I took the thermoregulator from Tasha and dropped the probe inside. The probe would study the inside temperature and send it to the thermostat. The Deepfreeze would be plugged into the same thermostat unit. The whole gets plugged into a palisade electric receptacle. When the temperature inside the freezer was inhuman enough the thermostat would cut the power. When it rose a academic degree above the set point the exponent would be restored and the freezer would start to cool again. I'd picked this not bad little gadget up from a storage that specializes in making home beer. I doubt they would get guessed what I was using it for.

I closed the lid, and plugged everything in. I used the propagation corduroy to get power from the international electrical outlet by the porch. I set the thermoregulator at 34 degrees and listened as the freezer hummed to life history and began to cool. The digital readout said 54 stage. We had kept the freezer running until we loaded it up an 1 ½ hours ago. I watched it for a few import and the temporary worker reading changed to 53 degrees. I double over checked the set point. Satisfied, I climbed down.

I looked around. Luckily my neighbor who shared this bounds with my rented firm had moved away and his sign of the zodiac was vacant. With the truck backed in and shield by a tree in the bet on curtilage, the deep-freeze could not be seen. It could be heard, but only if you were near. I was still hesitant to leave.

"I'll go tell Kim to keep back an eye on the thermometer. She can call if there is a problem"Tasha said sensing my anxiety, but not the exact cause why.

"OK"I said reluctantly. But I really did want to get away and talk.

Tasha was out in about two minutes. I imagine they talked about to a greater extent than just my gerry-rigged thermostat. We both headed towards the street where my car was parked.

"Where to ? I asked.

"How about cub ?"Tasha offered.

"That works."I said as we climbed in. greenhorn was a good option. On a Thursday nighttime, with the Rockies playing it would be just busy enough to keep the waitress stave engaged, but not so loud that we would have to shout to be heard. We did not want to worry about who else might be listening.

"Are you alright ?"I asked her for what seem like the centesimal fourth dimension as I pulled away from the Curb.

Tasha answered with a shrug and then began.

"This is all moving so fast. You guys give birth had time to stomach all of this."

"Not much."I said a fiddling defensively."I only agreed to this on Lord's Day. That's about 48 time of day more than you."

"How OK are you with all of this ?"Tasha asked.

I was still as I mulled that over. Tasha was right. This whole thing was moving fast. Sunday the Russian attacked Kim and Rachel and four days later I have a dead body in the back of Tasha's hand truck. Our plan has us burning that torso day after tomorrow. Fast. Very fast. All of my brain power has been focused on making the plan oeuvre.

"You saw Kim's house. I saw Kim and Rachel tied up, and Kim's white meat cut. I think these people are serious."I finally answered

"I know. But, isn't this a job for the police ? Tasha asked

"Maybe."I began"Kim and Rachel think that the law can't do anything until Rachel is hurt or killed."

"Rachel and Kim think ?"she said with a hint of incredulity"What does Ron intend ?"

I was turning into cub'parking lot as I pondered that question.

"I agree with them, or I wouldn't be doing this."I said with an air of confidence that I didn't feel.

Tasha seemed to sense my false bravado and continued pressing.

"Doesn't this all seem a little"Hollywood"?'

"Yeah. It does. But, how do you explain everything that happened ?'

Tasha did not resolve my question. We got out of my car and went inside. We sat ourselves. I got a Blue Moon, the Big League sizing, and Tasha ordered a mike's Hard Lemonade. The drinks were there before Tasha got back from her trip to the bathroom.

"Is that any practiced ?"I asked, Chin cocking at her drink.

She passed it over to me and I took a pull.

"Not bad. I could get used to that"I said feeling a petty better.

"Ron, I can't excuse what is going on. someone did all of the things that we saw. There is no doubt. Kim is my honest friend and if she needs avail, I'm going to serve. But, something feels improper to me."Tasha said as she took a two-fold gulp of her mike's.

"How so ?"I asked

"wellspring, for one matter, here I am with you."

I just looked at her waiting for her to explain.

"Kim likes you. Probably loves you. It is intemperately to tell with that little girl"she editorialized"So, why did she push us together tonight ?'

"thrust ?"I said, still confused.

"I told Kim I wanted to talk about all of this. After handling that perfectly body….."she paused for a shiver.

"After doing that, this all started to look legal injury. When I mentioned talking, Kim said that I should blab out to you."Tasha said uncomfortably.

"I don't mean to sound like she was blowing me off. Kim knows that I think you are cute."

She looked down at her bottle as she said this and I think she blushed. I squirmed in my chairman as she continued.

"We've played biz with cat in the past ; her going with my boyfriend, me with hers, just to see what happened. You know, see what they would say or do. Would they bad back talk Kim ? Would they claim they weren't ‘ with'Kim, so they could try to log Z's with me ? That variety of thing."

"That sounds a little manipulative"I said, finally finding my tongue.

"I know. It was heights school dramatic event dogshit. But, Kim and I never seemed to be with a guy that we loved. You know in high spirits school, if you aren't with a guy, people think something is amiss with you. So, it never felt entirely wrong to play these games, but it never seemed aright either. It's the Saami uneasy feeling I'm getting now. Like I said, like we were pushed together."

"I told Kim that you told me ‘ I was going to owe you, big time.'I'm thinking she if just really grateful that you are helping"

I said omitting the component where Kim gave me permission to be intimate her hot trump friend.

"Maybe. Kim has always had unlike thought about sex and relationships."

"Tell me about it"I said catching the waitress'eye."Another round of drinks ?"

Tasha nodded. Our waitress came back and I ordered two Mike's

"So you're thinking that Kim is so grateful that I am helping out, that she is ‘ giving'you to me ?"Tasha said skeptically and then she smiled."How do you feel about that ; being pimped out ?"

"Pimped Out ?"I said a bit startled"I guess I didn't think of it that way. But, there are regretful things that being put out to stud."

I finished with a self-satisfied tone.

"Pig"Tasha said with a big grin and shaking her head.

"What if I told you that Kim gave me permission to have sex with you ?"I offered

"Did she ?"Tasha asked squinting at me, trying to get a read on my honesty.

"What if she did ?"I held firm, but then realizing I didn't want to know her reply. I was putting myself in a no win. Either she is occupy and I am being faithless or she isn't and my ego gets bruised.

"Well, let me put it this way. backrest in high school when we would wreak our biz with the other's young man, we always had permit to get them hot and bothered, and then walk away. Nothing more than kissing and light up petting. Later, they'd get a text edition message dissolution about an hour later"

"Wow. Dangerous game. You two are favorable you didn't get raped."I said and then continued"So you don't think she would present her blessing ? If, that is so, why are we here and what about Rachel's comment about you not hurting me ?"

"Rachel was just being a beef. Even a dying terror won't fix that."

"What if I told you, Rachel, Kim and I are having sex, together and separately ?'

"Are you ?"she asked without the sceptical tone, and then seeing the look on my brass continued.

"I guess they really are grateful for your help"Tasha said flatly.

I wasn't sure if I had touched a brass or what. I was about to ask when she continued.

"How is that working out for you ?"Tasha asked, with what I thought might possess been a tone of green-eyed monster. There was definitely some variety of hard emotion tainting her words.

"I imagine Kim mentioned my sex life with Rachel ?"I said definitely feeling the liberating effects of the alcohol, and checking for a nod from Tasha. I got it and went on.

"wellspring, let's just say Rachel has been much more accommodating."I said both avoiding being graphic and with a tad of smugness in my tone.

"Yeah, right. I've been friends with Kim since before you met Rachel. Rachel's a testis surf and if I didn't know better, I'd depose she hated me. I know that if she is being"accommodating ”, someone has a gun to her head."

"I haven't seen a gun, but what I have seen has amazed me."I added.

With that Tasha went silent for a few pulling on her drink. She offered to buy the next one and I agreed.

I changed the guinea pig and started talking about tomorrow.

"Are you sure we can draw this off tomorrow ?"I asked

"Yeah. You know I'm studying to be a dental hygienist, right ?"

I nodded. Kim had told me that before. We had all known that Tasha's mom was the receptionist at Rachel's tooth doctor.

"Well, I used the equipment at Dr. Rosencrantz's office to practice. It's really simpleton to function. Mom mentioned my vocation programme and Dr. Rosencrantz offered to let me get some hands on training there. He even checked me out on the equipment himself"

Then she was silent thinking.

"Actually"Tasha said with a Mike's fueled titter"He was doing quite a bit of"checking out"himself. He spent most of his fourth dimension talking to my chest. He's old enough to be my Dad, but he's not terrible looking"

"Is Tasha getting hard up ? Are you starting to troll the old folk's home for dates"I said baiting her.

"Ewwwww. That's gross."She said, but she was smiling.

I changed to a serious tone.

"Tasha ?"I began."I need to ask another party favor from you ?"

"No, we aren't having sex"she said smirking at me.

"I'm serious."I tried to go on

"Me, too. No sex. I don't think I could do that to Kim, permit or not"she said more grievous than not.

"It's not about sex. Well, it form of is, in a non-physical way"I answered

"Non physical sex ? That sounds like no fun at all"she said, not helping me at all.

"Tasha !"I interjected and then continued"I need your help tomorrow morning at the crematorium"

"Ewwwww. I don't want to do anything more with idle bodies. Tomorrow night is sufficiency"

"No. No, bodies. wellspring, no dead ones, anyway. I need to get two release word form signed at the crematorium tomorrow. But, I only have one trunk. The other is in your hand truck right now."

I paused looking for a reaction. Tasha looked at least will to listen me out.

"Jacob, the guy at the crematorium, has a thing for red-heads"I said glancing at her again. She was looking a bit leery.

"His study area has several lovely, all red-heads. And, one time, there was some variety of attorney that came in while I was there, a knit stitch looking red-head, and he wouldn't shut up about how hot he thought she was."

"And you want me to, what, fuck him ? !"she asked obviously pissed off.

"No ! No ! Hell, no ! I'd never ask you to do that !"I said honestly."But, I was hoping that you might go with me, with maybe a low cut top, and tight pants, and maybe act like you thought he was, I don't know, interesting ?"

I said that last part, blushing, and very uncomfortable. I didn't have any bother telling Rachel she had to blow Dr. Syygo, but I respected Tasha.

"And you figure he'll be so dazzled by my red fuzz and boobs, that he'll sign anything ?"

"Pretty much. This using sex as a distraction thing is working so far. I figure, why not ? But, if you are uncomfortable with it, I'll think of something else"

"I'll do it."She said giving in."But, you are really, really, going to owe me."

"Big Time times two"I agreed

"You can start with another mike's"she finished.

That round ended up being our hold out. We chatted about subjects not dealing with dead physical structure as we finished our drinks. I was finding that I really liked talking with Tasha. She was smart and witty. We seemed to have a lot of the same beliefs and values. She had me in tears with one joke and beer coming out my nose with another. But, after our fourth drink, we decided to call it a Night.

As we drove to her space we made plan for the morning. I would pick her up, in the hearse, no less. She would dissemble to be my cousin from out of Ithiel Town. I pulled in to the parking lot of her apartment building and parked. Tasha got out, walked over to my side, leaned in, and gave me a hanker wet kiss, which I returned.

"Peachy."She said with a puckish grin.

I just didder my head as I pulled out and headed abode.

Tasha's kiss was on my intellect. She really was cute. I was hoping that Kim had waited up for me. Although I wasn't exactly trusted what I would order her. Tasha and I had done little more than talk. I wondered what Kim's chemical reaction would be to that. Hopefully, she would want to reward me for my faithfulness and she would do something about the hard on I was sporting.

I got menage and checked the thermostat. It was reading 35 degrees and the freezer was running. perfective tense. I thought. Now to see if Kim was still up. I checked my lookout man. It was 11:30. I had a stroke. When I walked in the door it was Rachel who greeted me from her rear at the kitchen table.

"It's about time !"she said immediately deflating my estimable modality."Kim made me wait up for you. She said I had to keep an eye on the temperature thingy until you got home."

"Yeah, because YOUR life depends on it"I replied, feeling my anger rise.

"Whatever."

She said dismissedly and got up from the table. This was her way of conceding the point without agreeing with me. That was not my favorite part of her personality. Then not willing to impart well enough alone Rachel asked, in that patent-pending ball-busting step, that I had listened to and hated for five class ;

"So, did you have a go at it that little red-headed slut ?"

That did it.

"You fucking bitch ! How daring you ! Tasha is risking jail to help you out, and you can sit there and sneer at her ? Insult her ? Like you're so much adept than she is ?"

Rachel was silent, which was the second impertinent thing she could have done. Number one would have got been to apologize. But, Rachel doesn't apologize. Well, she might not apologize, but I can warrant she was going to be sorry.

"Get out of those fucking pajamas."I ordered

Rachel was ready for bed. She had on a tenuous summer top, no bra, and a yoke of PJ shorts.

"Wh…what are you going to do ? She said, with a microseism and a minuscule fear creeping into her words.

"You're getting that ass of yours spanked and then fucked. Strip ! Before I get really pissed."

"Puh…please. I'm sorry. Please don't do that to me."Rachel said looking like she was going to cry.

I took two footprint towards her, grabbed the figurehead of her top and ripped it down. Rachel jumped as the top tore from the collar down passed her pleasant-tasting C-cups.

Rachel is cliff deadened gorgeous. We were married for five years and I never got tired of looking at her physical structure. She has that authoritative hour-glass figure, with a contract shank, and an saintlike case. Her now exposed breast pouted up gently as she tried to hold herself covered. I finished ripping her PJ top down and jerk it off. Rachel covered herself as she started to blubber.

"D..don't hurt me, pl..pl..please. I'm sorry. I d..didn't mean it"

"Now get out of those shorts or I'll do it for you."

I said my ire starting to be replaced my arousal as I felt my stopcock starting to deform against my jeans. Rachel sniffed and gently sobbed as she stepped out of her panties and short. Then she just stood their raw, covering her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other.

"helping hand behind your head."I snapped.

Rachel did as she was told and I got a clear scene of her physical structure. Rachel did not spend practically time in the sun, so she was not tan. But, you could still make out her tan lines, advertising that she swam in a modest bikini. The milky Stanford White two-piece outline on her bosom added to the allure of the situation. I watched as the red/pink of her nipple rose and fell with her chest.

I grabbed one of her mamilla and squeezed it roughly, feeling it's exercising weight and how ripe it was.
I let the firm melon slip though my fingers until her areola was on my quarter round. I worried her little nub with my quarter round, trying to get it to contract bridge. Then in a nimble motility, I pinched and twisted her nipple.

"Owwwwww !"Rachel cried out.

"Ah.ah.ah. You must not wake Kim. If Kim wakes up I'll be most unhappy with you."I said with an estimation popping into my head.

"You've got a good spanking coming and then I'm going to fuck that incredibly shapely and tight ass of yours. I'm going to enjoy it immensely. Now you are liberate to make all the noise you want, but if you wake Kim up, I'm pulling my cock out of your ass, and sticking in that big oral cavity of yours, and we will just finish up there. How's that phone ?'

"No ! Please. Don't make me do that ! That's 144 ! Please !"

"tilt on the riposte !"

I ordered, motioning her towards the sinkhole. Rachel took the few stair over and put her hands on the counter.

"issue two steps back !"I snapped

She did, but took her manpower off the buffet.

"donjon your hands on the counter."I commanded.

When Rachel did as I ordered she had to bend at the waist.

"relocation you legs farther apart"I continued in a stern voice.

"Please, don't. I'll be good. I promise."Rachel said as she displayed her most buck private region to me.

I basked in her vulnerability and completely enjoyed the view she was giving me. Her legs were now over berm width apart. Rachel has always had large ramification, toned, and shapely. They aren't very tan, like I said before. But, they weren't white either. They had just enough color to give you the impression that while she didn't expose them often. Every now and then she let the world gaze upon her. I guess we were supposed to find favor.

My oculus followed them up as the inverted V they formed narrowed, coming to an sharp stoppage at her cunt. The pink brim were closed, but her whole labium was puffy and conceited. I thought I knew why. I put my mitt between her leg and rubbed her button and slipped a digit inside. I was right, she was wet.

"I think you blind drunk little pussy wants you to get a spanking, Rachel"I said with a smirk in my voice.

"No ! Please, it, …. I mean I, don't"Please don't"

"still"I said"You would hate to wake Kim."I reminded. She was mute as I continued to rub her pussy, and watching her wriggle with superfluity and arousal.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm"she moaned softly.

smack ! The sound of my right wing bridge player impacting with Rachel's ass interrupted the quiet of the room and startled Rachel.

"Ow ! she yelped

"Is that Kim I hear coming ?"I asked sarcastically.

"Please. That hurts."

Slap !

Rachel only grunted and squirmed as a matching red hand appeared on the other side of her shapely ovalbumin ass.

"Get up on you toes. If your hound touch the ground before I tell you, I'll go upstairs and get the brush."

Rachel tip toed, turning her calfskin into round balls, and adding a fullness to her ass, that had my cock hard enough to carve stone.

Slap ! smack ! Slap !

I gave Rachel's tight ass cheek three quick swats.

"Ow."Rachel said much more quietly than before."How many are you going to give me ?"

smack ! slap ! slap !

I evened up the red on her bottom and then paused to do question as I rubbed her cunt.

"Oh, I don't know. Until my arm is too tired to spank you or until you beg me to fuck your tight ass."

"Noooo ! Please don't do that ! It hurts so much !"

"And maybe you'll think back the pain before you open that big oral fissure of yours to insult mortal risking pokey to facilitate you"

That thought brought my ire to the forefront, nudging out arousal for the moment in the conflict of emotions. The adjacent swats were much harder.

SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT ! SWAT !

"Owww ! Ow ! Pleassse !"

Rachel's ass was turning a mild tan red, that while showing advancement was not satisfying. I got an idea. I opened the drawer to Rachel's left and took out a charge plate spatula. Rachel saw this and started to blubber.

"N.n.nnoo ! P.pplease !

Thack !

The audio was pleasing and even on her reddening ass I could see the outline off the spatula, including the hollow for drain. Rachel was not as happy and she jumped on the impact and had to stifle a cry of pain.

"Umm ! No more ! Please !"

Thack ! Thack ! Thack !

Rachel's organic structure jumped with each bump and her perfect breasts jiggled and swayed with her exertion to dance away the pain on her ass.

"All you have to do is beg me to eff you up your ass, and I'll stop !"

"No. Please don't do that. It hurts. You already got to do that to me once. Please. I'll do anything else you want."

THACK ! THACK ! THACK ! THACK !

I delivered this swats of my now favorite kitchen implement harder than the previous ones and Rachel jumped and nearly screamed. But, the thought of having my slimed cock put into her oral fissure straight from her soon to be reamed ass was still weighing on her mind.

"Aye ! Please stop ! Please"

THACK !

What.

THACK !

Are.

THACK !

You.

THACK !

Suppose.

THACK !

To.

THACK !

Say !

Each Word was punctuated by a great snow to her now furious red nates. Rachel was dancing and squirming trying to void each new swat. But, to her deferred payment she kept her stance. I paused for a s to consecrate her a chance to speak.

"My stage are cramping. Can I stop tip-toeing ?"

"No. The botheration will do you good."

"Please. It hurts."she whimpered.

I'm just an old softy.

"What do I get ?"I asked.

Rachel was not trusted what I was asking. She knew I wanted her to offer up something intimate. But, she wasn't sure if she had to beg for an ass ass, or if something else would realize her a short shift. She took a luck.

"You could do me while I'm all set over like this ?"she offered quickly

Thack !

"Is that the best you can do ?"I answered, but thinking that filling her pussycat right now did go like fun.

"Ow ! Uh. Um."She stammered, debating with herself."I'll give you some head first, too !"

Rachel hated to hold a cock in her mouth. Blowjobs were rare when we were married. They were reserved for clock time when she wanted me to buy her something expensive.

"Ok"

I answered a small too quickly. That realization triggered a red signal flag. Could she be thinking about getting me so worked up that I blow in her soused little cunt, instead of that vice-grip ass she was still displaying for me ? Maybe.

"On you knees"I ordered

Rachel complied and waited for me to unwrap my pants.

"You want to draw my prick so bad, you go get it."I told her in a timber with no humor.

Rachel's hand were shaking as she undid the waist button and unzipped my fly. She eased my blue jean down and with them my underwear as well. As soon as my cock sprang release, she took it in her hand and guided me to her oral cavity.

The wet, warm feeling as her tongue went under my cock and her oral fissure closed on my electric organ was intoxicating. Anger had given up it's lede many mo ago and was now in fourth place, trailing Arousal, Lust, and Power.

Rachel began to bob back and forth, in a moderately warm way. I was quickly ramping up to an explosion. The evening with Tasha had my libido wide awake, the inebriant had fueled the fire, and spanking Rachel, my bitchy ex, had my rooster to stop of acting like a fire hose. The thought of Rachel trying to get out of her ass fucking brought me down to world and I grabbed the tomentum on the back of her head, stopping her cold.

"Go slow."I ordered"I'm cumming in your ass. If I cum anywhere, but your ass, I'm taking you outside and beating your ass, while you look at the dead body we have in the freezer. You need to learn some manners and a lesson on what you are putting people through. Got it ?"

superpower was definitely leading the pack right now.

Rachel nodded her head, with my cock still half in her mouth, and her eyes staring to well up. Rachel began again, this time slow and deliberately. God, did that feel good. Rachel milked my cock each sentence she pulled back and then took me to the vertebral column of her throat each time she took me in. But, it was also frustrating to stop with a couple of inch of my dick not in her mouth.

"contain it all"I told her as I pushed my hammer in.

I felt her fight my push, but knowing she had to grant in. When my stopcock hit tonsils, she shifted her head to a new angle and pushed herself on me. My peter slipped down her throat stopping only when her nose was buried in my pubic hair.

"Ohhhhhhh"I breathed out, and I put both custody on the back of her head and pulled her into me, as I pushed forward. I pumped her throat lightly. Her throat wrapped around the head of my turncock, but I needed to go deeper. I needed that tight feeling around my whole Hammond organ. I pulled completely out in one motion.

"Get up and bend the fuck over"I said urgently.

Rachel did as she was told and her still red ass was offering itself to me in less clip than it took to study this. I guided my cock to her pussy, swiped it up to find the tunnel and rammed myself in to the hilt in one motion.

A chill ran up my sticker as Rachel jumped with the sudden intrusion. I pulled back and then started to quickly pump in and out of Rachel, feeling the tight, wet, warmth of her pussycat take me and startle to pass the coming out of me.

I was pulling Rachel's pelvic arch into me as my stride quicken, and powerfulness started to gain on lust, ordering me to drive my turncock to her somebody. The sound of our articulatio coxae meeting made a liquid slapping sound, that reminded my of Rachel's spanking. I slowed down and asked.

"Are you prepare to go outside to stop you spanking ?"I grunted out"I'm almost ready to cum."

"No ! Please !"She cried out.

terror had crept into her voice. I knew she was worried about being outside, naked. She was worried someone might see. She was worried about the painfulness I would inflict, but she was most relate about having to look at her doppelganger as I flogged her ass. She had not liked touching the corpse earlier this evening.

"You can do me in my stub"she blurted out, fully expecting these magic lyric to cause me to stop pounding her puss like a air hammer. I kept going.

"Oh, God. Rachel. I'm getting so close. You have to BEG me to fuck your ass"

She hesitated ; to her this was the ultimate in degradation. But, was it less so than what she would get outside ?

"Please, I want you to sleep together my butt."She said flatly, but urgently, as my yard had quickened signally I was getting close.

"You don't auditory sensation like you want it to me"I managed to get out while trying to slow down.

"I do ! I do ! Please bang my butt."Rachel said much more urgently.

"Your what ?"I asked

"My ass ! Please ! I want your cock up my tight ass !"Rachel nearly screamed.

luxuria had taken the hint, and foreplay and Anger were in the aloofness fighting for third.

I pulled completely out of Rachel's cunt, maybe a second, two at the most, from blowing a hole through her with my climax. I could finger my cock impulse and jump. Even with Rachel's wet snatch not milking the ejaculation out of me, I was in danger of it finding it's own way out. That would be so let down. But, perhaps knowing more was coming, my pecker stopped it throbbing and my pulse came down from the stratosphere. I took a yoke of calming breathes.

I put my pollex in Rachel's wet cunt to get some lubrication, pulled it out and then pressed on her petty rosebud. Rachel jumped.

"Hold still and decompress. You begged to be fucked in your butt and it's coming."

I wormed my thumb into Rachel's wet bung mess, marveling that I was about to fill it with my own cock. I was thinking about running upstairs to get the AstroGlide and an applicator when inspiration struck.

While, still thumb fucking Rachel's ass I opened the modest drawer and pulled out a small turkey baster. I have never basted a turkey in my animation, and I doubt this pawn was ever going to be used for that design. But it's long tube will apply a lot of oil and it's pin down tip would fit nicely in Rachel's ass. Rachel saw me pull that out and I saw her heart go wide.

"Are you going to put that in me ? !"she said with no minor degree of shock.

"You'd rather I fuck your ass, dry ?"I shot back.

Rachel was silent as I pulled my ovolo out, and got the veggie oil out of closet above her head.

"You're going to gum me up."she complained.

"Dry it is"I said and pressed my still violently hard cock in the general area of her taboo entrance.

"No ! No ! Use the oil, please !"

I was filling the tube as she complained. I lubed up the whole contraption with extra oil and checked that there were no approximative edges. Then I eased the tip into Rachel's ass. I saw her tighten up, so I swatted her still very red butt cheek with me unfreeze hand.

"Goddammit ! testament you relax !"

Rachel made an endeavour to do as I asked and I worked the tapered end into her tight hole.

"This is gross"Rachel complained.

I pushed the baster in past the taper tip and to the astray tube function. As I did this I landed a very loud swat to Rachel's ass.

SWAT ! !

"Ow ! !"she cried out

"Hush !"I ordered as I pushed the tube in farther, opening Rachel's rosebud even wider.

"Ow. Ow. Ow."She complained"Go easy that hurts !"

I answered by pushing it in another inch farther and squeezing the light bulb at the end. I saw a look of disgust appear on Rachel's aspect, which changed to pain as I pushed the tube farther inside.

"No more, please !"That's far enough, OK ?"

It was only another two inch until it was all the way in and I couldn't help myself. I steadily pushed the tube until only the arctic bulb was seeable. sevener inches of clear plastic was in Rachel's ass. I squeezed the electric light again, and then eased it back out.

more than a little of the oil came with it. I quickly took off my textile. I was amazed that the thinking of getting oil on them caused me to pause. But, I was naked before Rachel could complain again. I smeared some of the leak out oil onto my turncock and guided my rod to Rachel's nearly vestal golf hole. My head touched it and she jumped.

"Pleasssee"she tried begging one more time.

I pretended to misunderstand.

"Sure, Rachel"I said as I pushed..hard.

"Owwwwww ! No ! Stop !"she said much louder than anytime so far.

I felt the shiver return as the fountainhead of my cock popped in past her outer annulus and then was squeezed to a stoppage. Oh, was she tight.

"How is my oily dick going to taste, Rachel ?"I managed to get out as Lust took the booster cable, and began to insist that I ram my cock home.

I felt Rachel relax and I pushed in. Her besotted ass gave flat coat grudgingly.

"Ow. Ow. Go slow ! Please, go dense !"

I was going as slow as I could. Rachel's ass was squeezing my prick so tight I wasn't sure I could get anything to occur out when I came. I bottomed out and I felt by balls slap lightly against Rachel's ignored slit.

"Rub you cunt."I commanded. When she didn't reach between her legs instantly, I gave a agile thrust of my pelvic girdle to add a little punctuation when I told her again.

"Rachel, rub you cunt !"

This time she did, and I could see by her arm movements that she was going full bore. I savored having Rachel doing these thing she hated. In five years of union, not once had I taken her ass. I had lusted for it, begged for it, promised anything for it. And now for the second time in LE than a week, it was mine.

I pulled most of the way out and take in knockout.

"Owwwww ! Please not so hard ! It really hurts !'

"Rub you pussy arduous"I offered and I was not going to be gentle.

Rachel had loosed up a bit, as I started to pump her ass. Maybe she was relaxing or maybe her ass was finally stretching out, but regardless it made my job promiscuous. I pumped faster.

"Oh ! Yes !"I exclaimed"Do you like this, Rachel ? Do you like my cock up your ass ?"

"N..no ! It hurts !"she said through clenched teeth.

"Well, I like it a lot !"I said as I thrust a footling voiceless to add emphasis.

"Ow. Please, hurry ! It hurts !"she said sounding like tears were coming.

I didn't care ; I was just two stairs from heaven on a downhill slope. I pulled Rachel into me using her hips as my grip and our bodies made a very satisfying, smacking sound as they met.

"Umm ! Umm ! Umm ! Ow ! Please ! Ow ! continued Rachel just trying to pull round the reaming her little starfish was taking.

"You me want to finish in your mouth ?"I asked, not really wanting to stop, but figuring I would push a button.

"Noooo !"she wailed"Please just hastiness ! My butt is on fire !"

"Tell me you love it up your ass."I ordered"And make me believe it"

"Owww ! I can't !"she cried.

I fucked harder, increasing her pain.

"Oh, Ron ! Oh, Ron !"she stammered out through gritted teeth"I love it up the ass !"

She didn't really sound convincing, but I was way to close to coming to manage too often. I let go with one hired man, reach around and found one of Rachel's perfect tits and mauled it. I found the nipple, and just as I felt my balls declaration and let fly with my seed, I gave the nub a violet twist.

"Owwwwwww !"Rachel screamed, into her manus, muffling the worst of it. I still thought Kim would be coming shortly, which was my plan.

But the pain had caused Rachel to tense every muscularity in her soundbox, just as I gave my final examination oceanic abyss driving force to empty my bollock into her ass. I erupted gunfire into Rachel's soundbox as one, two and three guess fired into her bowel. I released her tit, grabbed both hips and pulled Rachel violently into me, desperate to cum as deeply into her as I could.

Negroid smudge appeared in my vision and I felt lightheaded. lightness flashed behind my heart and I was wondering where all the air was. I could feel my heart hammer, but everything else seemed to have stopped. Then, as quick as it had begun, my culmination retreated and I took in a bass breath.

Rachel was sobbing quietly. I did feel a little sorry for her, now that Anger, Lust, stimulation, and force had all been satiated. But, I reminded myself what had set this off.

"Now, tell me what you think of Tasha."

"sniff..sniff…Tasha is a swell soul for helping me and if you guys had sex it was because she is a giving person."

"Much adept"I complimented, genuinely surprised at how well-to-do those Holy Writ came for her.

I let my cock relaxation out of Rachel's ass, and I noticed the unappetising motley of oil, seminal fluid, and maybe a piffling fecal matter that drained out behind me. If there was any stock, I couldn't see it.

I stooped down and got Rachel's ruined PJ top, and wiped my cock with it. Rachel stayed bent over, perhaps waiting for permission. I stepped beside her, turned on the faucet and got the water warm. I wet the material and the proceeded to clean up my ex-wife.

"How's you little butt hole ?"I asked with a mixed bag of concern and self-satisfaction.

"It hurts"she whined, but then thought beneficial of her answer."But, it's not too bad, now that it's over."

"commodity. recollect the nuisance and feeling the next time you think of insulting Tasha"

I picked up my clothes and walked out of the kitchen and headed up the stairs.

I tossed my apparel into the shackle as I walked into my room and saw my Kim, naked and sleeping on her side. She was covered with a sheet to her waist. Rachel's body had taken the lust out of my torso, but I still coveted the feel of Kim's firm eubstance against mine. I was surprised at how well I slept when I spooned her. My right hand would naturally happen her compensate tit and my cock would cuddle between her ass face, like a cony in it's burrow. For some reasonableness, this would put me to sleep in mo. The fact that we had usually fucked like porn champion right before might receive something to do with it.

I was as quiet as I could be getting into bed. I wasn't worried about Kim being angry with me for what I had just done to her sister. I was sure she would be fine with it. She might have wanted to get in on the fun, but she wouldn't begrudge me teaching her baby a lesson. No, she just looked so angelic I didn't want to wake her.

But, I failed. She stirred awake as I got into bed and assumed my customary position. She covered my manus with hers as I cupped her breast and then asked sleepily.

"Was Tasha a good girl ?"

I wasn't trusted if I should explain everything. It just felt wrong to recount Kim I had not fucked her best friend. That thought sounded damage and it gave me pause. This was so confusing. So I took the coward's way out.

"Tasha was great."I said quietly. Kim could extrapolate whatever she wanted.

"That's nice."Kim said as she nuzzled her bottomland against me, seeking my heat, and then drifting back to sleep.

‘ That was a little odd'I thought to myself. I thought she would require details or something. But, it was like she had asked if my softball game had gone all right. I did not sleep as well as I normally did.

I awoke the succeeding aurora a little threadbare. I got ready and kissed Kim good-bye. She was awake with me, and offered to go with me for whatever moral financial support or distraction she could offer. But, I thought bringing two fille would be too much. One, I could say, was my out of town cousin and she was hanging with me for the morning. But, if there were two female child flirting with Jacob, maybe he gets suspicious.

Anyway, this was going to be an interest morning time. I needed to get to the morgue early and get the Jane Doe loaded up. I have to be there early, because if Julius, the morgue meeter is there he will want to go. It's a sort of an unenforced policy that two bozo go when you take a trunk to the crematorium. I'm not sure why. Maybe they are worried about working man's comprehensive examination claims, even though one person can deal the gurney just exquisitely. Maybe they are concerned about zombies, but as we are issued no weapons, manuals on voodoo, or even shake salt, I'm thinking that isn't it. We joke about zombies a lot and Julius is fun to be around, but he would definitely be a job today if he came.

After I got the dead wagon loaded I would swing over by and cull up Tasha. I was more than a little queer to see how she would dress for our rendezvous with Jacob. I had no doubt it would be telling and distracting. I was just wondering how distracting it would be.

After this my plan is in Fate's mitt. Well, I suppose it would be more than accurate to say the plan was deposited equally in Tasha's top and Francois Jacob's pants. I know what I want to occur, but I don't know how or if it will come off.

I got to the morgue at 6:30, a full time of day and a half before normal. I prayed that Julius was not also in ahead of time. I needed to pretend like I wanted him to go with me, so I had the pretend self-justification of ignoring Dr. Syygo's two man insurance policy, because Julius was just not available. Maybe the maven had lined up, because savannah, Dr Syygo's omnipresent secretary told me that Dr. Syygo had given Julius the day off. If I'd have known that I would take in slept in. I called Tasha and let her have it away I would not be there to pluck her up until 8:30ish. There was no point in rushing out at this early hour if I didn't have to. It would only look suspicious later.

The morning went so smooth I was absolutely petrified that something horrible was in fund for me. There were no new cases to march for the morning. I had only a little modus operandi reports and paperwork to cope with. Even that could have got been put off until tomorrow. Then the capper ; Dr Syygo took the day off as well. The only time I have ever seen my knob take a day off, that wasn't planned a month in overture, was when his wife was in a car accident. She was OK, but he still checked in later that good afternoon.

With all of this working in my favor, I was indisputable that disaster was in store for me. My imagination went it to overdrive. Francois Jacob will be on vacation and some anal-retentive, by-the-book, heterosexual person female person will be working in his place. Or maybe, the constabulary will be waiting for me with Dr Syygo at the cremation chamber. They would be ready to pounce on me for stealing one body and trying to intrust sham with my two bod and one eubstance gambit. Or, maybe I would run a red light, get one of those photo-tickets showing Tasha in the seat beside me. It would be interesting explaining a civilian in the abruptly Dipper. That was a strict no-no. Or maybe I would be attacked and devoured by a snake god who was not amused by all of the caper Julius and I had told. I didn't know what, but something bad was certain to happen, and I was making myself demented thinking about it.

I managed to get to Tasha's flat without running any red Light or attracting the attention of even a single zombie. Tasha was waiting for me and I caught a warm coup d'oeil as she waved through her window. I kept an eye on her door hoping that Tasha's getup would distract me from the impending doom I was imagining. She did not disappoint.

As soon as she made her appearing in the doorway, I could see she was wearing a black one piece dress. The top was completely strapless and the bottom hem just kissed her mid second joint. As she walked towards me I could see that the top was like a thermionic tube top, and only Tasha's ample boob were providing the rubbing that kept it from sliding down. I thought at beginning she was wearing a strapless bra to provide support, but her erect nipples dispelled that thought. The ease of her outfit was a couplet of high gear blackguard sandals that make Tasha's stage facial expression longer. She had her hair down and it hung like a mane highlighting her face, and bringing out her striking green centre.

All thoughts of zombi spirit had disappeared, but my trouser suddenly seemed a little tight in the front.

"volition this do ?"

Tasha asked as she eased in to my car. I must have been staring as the side by side affair I heard was Tasha's spokesperson, with a humorous tonicity.

"Earth to Ron. Earth to Ron. How do I seem ?"

"Jacob's not going to fuck what hit him. You look fucking hot !"

Tasha beamed at me and I started the car.

I did my very best to preserve my eyes on the route, but each time Tasha said something, I would glint at her and my centre would freewheel down. I decided I was likely amiss and she was bighearted than D cup. I had asked for distracting and I got it. Even in the short time we were in the car she had to pull up her top up at least three time. I did myself no favor. I kept thinking it would make no travail at all to pull it down and see Tasha's heavenly earth. I kept reminding myself to sharpen. Mercifully, it was only about 15 minute to the crematorium.

We parked in front of the unlade area and Tasha and I went inside. The receptionist buzzed us in, and I headed for the back where Jacob should be working. I wasn't sure if he would be working at the furnace or at his cube. I knew the way to both ; this was far from my first clock time here. We found Jacob at his third power. He looked up when he heard us coming.

"Ron ! How are you, buddy ?"Jacob said, but he was not seeing me. He had center only for my red-haired companion.

"Who is this ?"Jacob said with his eyes wide and his mouthpiece not fully closing after the words escaped.

"This is my cousin-german, Tasha. She is visiting from out of town. I've got this consistency I need you to pack care of and then I have the residuum of the day off. I'm going to bear witness her around town."

I said all of this too fast and I thought I sounded like a criminal. Jacob just kept staring at Tasha. I think the only word that registered was ‘ body ’, and Jacob was not thinking of my clay.

"Really ? How long are you here for, Tasha ? Jacob asked.

I could get word the steering wheel turning and the smell the skunk as Francois Jacob was trying to come up with a plan to ask her out.

"signal this."I said as I handed him the clipboard with Jane Doe's selective information on it."Then I was kind of hoping you might show Tasha the works here. She's never seen a cremation chamber and she thinks it's cool."

We had worked this square story out in advance. It had only one probability to turn, and that was only if Jacob was so smitten with Tasha he would hear only"display Tasha ”. And God bless her DD cup, Jacob starred scribbled his signature all the patch staring at Tasha's chest of drawers. Tasha and I exchanged a quick glance and knowing grinning. We were one-half way there.

"Sure !"Jacob exclaimed as he finished his touch and handed the clipboard back to me. His middle never left Tasha and she played along.

"That is so skillful of you, Jake ! Can I send for you, Jake ?"Tasha said with a little bounce that inched her top down a bit. Jacob, who I knew hated to be called Jake, noticed the new segmentation and said, a bit mesmerized.

"Yeah, call me Jake."

Francois Jacob shook his head to discharge it, and then got a metal ID tag from a drawer and handed it to me. I knew he would need to record the ID number on the form for Julia. I had already pocketed the now signed Jane Doe bod and Julia's unsigned form was on the clipboard. But, he was so intent on not missing a ace curved shape of Tasha's soundbox, he didn't notice any thing I did. He was also about to delegate the job of recording the ID information. Thank God for big dumbbell.

"track record the turn for me, OK Ron ?"

The ID tag would go in the furnace with the body to make sure the correctly ashes got to the right house. I needed Jane Doe's ash to end up with Julia's family. This ID numeral would see that it happened that way.

Tasha took cathexis and let Jacob fawn over her, offering her a deglutition, and pointing out every nook and cranny of the construction as we made our way to the sour grass field. He grabbed a gurney and we made our way out to the hearse. I help him load Jane Doe on the gurney and we went back inside.

Jacob yammered the solid time, trying to shanghai the hell out of Tasha. Tasha did her part to face concern, but I could secern she did not like the idea of messing with another body. She asked dubiousness and would call as much attention to her titty as often as possible, by rearranging her top.

I was enjoying the show as very much as Jacob. Tasha really did see effective in that tiny wearing apparel. I was often behind them and it was hypnotizing to see Tasha's pelvis sway one way and then the early. The dress would prepare a promiscuous swishing audio in time with her sway. It was a minuscule hypnotic. As I stared at her aphrodisiacal ass, I was sure she had either no underclothing or was wearing a thong. I stared at her well formed bottom of the inning for many moments trying to find out panty lines. There weren't any.

We got to the preparation way and Jacob did his macho bit, explaining what he had to do and how if she was overnice, she might want to leave. Tasha decided to do just that, and asked where the gentlewoman elbow room was. As the doorway closed shut Francois Jacob almost shouted.

"Ron, you have to help me with her. I will owe you. please, do me a solid here"

I was set up for this.

"Francois Jacob, you're a great guy and everything, but she's not going out with you. She has a swain back dwelling. He's a big, mother-fucking construction worker, and she's in love. Checking out those tits is as finale as you'll get."

Jacob looked like Christmas had been canceled and Kriss Kringle Claus was blaming him.

"Dude, cousin or not, I'd be all over that if I thought I had a chance. But, all she talks about is Bobby. Bobby does this. Bobby is so nice. Bobby is so unattackable. Bobby. Bobby. Bobby. We are just going to have to savour looking."

Then he brightened up.

"Do you think she would film a pic with me ? Something I could put on my wall ?"

I didn't see that coming. I had noticed his pictures, but I didn't think there were any with him and a girl.

"She might."I said with a note of possibility in my phonation"Do you want me to ask her ?"

"Yeah !"he said enthusiastically. Then he paused and added"But don't make it sound like I'm desperate or anything"

"Sure, Jacob."

I pulled out my phone, keyed up the address Scripture, and handed it to him.

"Key in your number"I said.

He did and handed it back to me as Tasha walked back in

"Are you boys done, yet ?"she asked

"turd !"Jacob and I said together.

"Sorry, Tasha. We have barely begun"I said

"Well, I'll just feature to cover my center"Tasha giggled

OK, I thought. She's playing the interested female very well. But, I'd better get this moving before something gets fucked up.

All we really needed to do was to get Julia in the cremation casket. Francois Jacob would want to inspect the consistence for scar that might indicate an implanted medical devise. Those cause a lot of damage if they explode in the heat of the furnace. I already knew there was none. There were scars, but none of them operative, and only one large enough for a SA node. Dr Syygo had checked for that and found naught. We had her in the jewel casket and wheeled over to the oven in a few minute.

Francois Jacob turned his attention back to Tasha.

"Do you require to press the button ?"Francois Jacob asked Tasha's boobs

This cremation chamber is a commonwealth of the art adroitness. Once you have the body in the casket, and the coffin on the slab, you push a release and the computer takes over. A doorway opens, the casket is moved into the furnace and in about 2 hours the consistence is reduced to ash.

"Could I ? !"

Tasha said breathlessly, like she was being asked to be a jurist on American language paragon. I was starting to worry that she was hamming it up too much.

"Sure, come over here and I'll appearance you."

Tasha did, making certainly her boobs brushed against him. I thought Jacob was going to cum in his pants. He made a big product of showing her all the bells and whistles, and showing her what every dial and bore was for. Finally he pointed to the leafy vegetable clit, Tasha pushed it, and the casket started to pluck in.

‘ Finally'I thought. It was show metre. I already had my clipboard ready and I handed it to Jacob.

"handgrip this, Jacob. I want to get a film of you two."I said.

"Snuggle in close"I added as I framed the picture on my sound.

Oh and he did. He had her in tight and was holding her waist like he would die he let go. Tasha looked uncomfortable for a flying irregular and then relaxed.

The electronic shutter chink announced the picture was taken. I had them place for a couple of more than. Jacob was in heaven as he repositioned himself around Tasha differently for each one. I finished and then walked over to them.

"Lem me see."Jacob said a bit anxious, handing me back my clipboard.

I was about to hand him the phone, when I glanced at the clipboard and said.

"You forgot to sign it"

This was the second of Truth. How distract was he ? I studied his face for a reaction. His centre were on my phone, but shifted to the clipboard as I passed it back. He didn't even hesitate. He scribbled a quick touch and handed it back. I exchanged it for my phone which already had the first picture pulled up. I ripped off his written matter and set it on the ledge.

"Hey ! We look pretty good."

Jacob said as he cycled through the three slam and then handed the phone to Tasha.

"Not bad,"Tasha commented.

I caught her eye trying to will her to proffer a written matter of the pics to Jacob. Francois Jacob's center were back on the phone, as he was making each picture bigger. I quickly pointed at the telephone and tried to mime sending a picture to Jacob. But, she just gave me the illogical expression. She just shook her head, exasperated, and got in close to Jacob to see the moving-picture show. I guess I was going to have to advise it. I was just about to when Tasha spoke.

"Ron ? You should send off a copy of these to Jacob. He was so prissy to present me around and I don't want him to block me."

Francois Jacob almost caught me shaking my head in mental rejection. I agreed, of grade, and made a point of telling Tasha that I had Jacob's number in my earphone already. I whisked the ikon off. Jacob looked like he was going to irrupt. I thought I should subscribe to him down a notch, just in character he thought about pressing his luck and asking Tasha out. I really did not want him calling me day after day, asking about her.

"There. All done. I think we should probably not send copies to your boyfriend, though. You know how overjealous Bobby gets"I said trying to communicate, with my center, to Tasha. She was quick on the intake this time.

"Oh, he's just a big teddy bear"she began"But, you're probably right. He beat the tar out of the shoemaker's last guy he thought hit on me"

Francois Jacob deflated, but he was much better a moment later, when Tasha hugged him good day and told him what fun it had been. I was a bit green-eyed as I watched Tasha's breast crush against him.

With that we all walked out of the door, into the office staff country, and towards the front door. Jacob stopped at the receipt country and we said our last auf wiedersehen. Tasha and I didn't say another Christian Bible until we were in the car.

"We did it !"I shouted"You were fucking amazing !"

Tasha smiled and asked

"Now what happens ?"

"Well, when Francois Jacob is done in there, he will put the ash tree in a merchant marine box, and send them to Julia's parents. All the ashes look alike, so they won't be capable to assure the difference. I'll put a fake number in the ID tag theater of operations on Jane Doe's flesh. It won't matter as there aren't any ashes to beam. The address to air the ashes to is back to the morgue. I'll indicate on the variety I received the ashes and disposed of them. That happens routinely on unclaimed bodies. Both soma will get filed in their respective brochure and unless someone really starts investigating and asking dubiousness, everything should be fine."

"So, as far as the mortuary is concerned, both soundbox have already been cremated ?"

"Yup. We should be in the clear with the morgue"

"So, you officially owe me Big Time fourth dimension two"Tasha asked seriously.

"I do. I'm you're slave"

"Good. Let's go over to my place. I changed my intellect. I do want to deliver sex with you."

I felt my eyebrows shoot up and I nearly got whiplash as my head spun to look at her. One two-word idea burst into my mind.

"Oh, fuck."

To be continued……