“What?" said Ruth through gritted teeth.“Don’t get arsy just because you fell off."“I didn’t fall off, I was unseated."“So you fell off."�...��No, we were galloping on a bridleway and the horse slipped on the mud which made him swerve into some trees, and a branch unseated me," she responded with her hands on her hips, glaring at me.I was enjoying this. “So you fell off."“Fuck you," she repeated.I stood my ground. “Mum!" Ruth called, but Kate had disappeared.“Let me in Sam, or I’ll never go to bed. She replied that her husband had taken their young teenage daughter's Sunday School Group on a snow skiing trip and wouldn't be back until Sunday evening. Mrs. Catherine Wyatt operated the local funeral home with her husband Ronnie. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. At about 36 yrs old and almost 6 ft tall; she had long dark brown hair that she kept in a bun when she was working but let down into a fall at other times. If I was actually dead and was going to be embalmed,. My stomach knotted, my mouth filled with bile, my head throbbed. I collapsed into the arms of my guard, the world spinning, my vision blurring, an auditory assault of tinnitus screaming in my ears. As I was carried out of the room with my head dangling back, I saw her inverted portrait. Her jaw was swollen, and blood smeared her teeth, but her grin still shown; crooked and terrible, her laugh cackling from the black void of her mouth. The last thing I saw before consciousness left me, was those. When I stopped she was trying to get my cock back down her throat . I sort of stood up grabbed the back of her head and I did it again I slowly slid my cock in her mouth till my balls were resting on her lips . This time I kept it there till she was tring to get some air that is when I let go of her head and my cock slid out . She gagged and coughed some and slobber was running out of her mouth.I got on the bed with her and she scooted up beside me as she turned herself around . When she was.