The funeral director can’t get the coffin lid nailed on and has to discuss the alternatives with the man’s beautiful young widow. “I’m afraid ...that the only way to get the lid on is either to pay another $3,000 for an extra-large coffin or to amputate his member”.“Well I have no more money” states the widow “and it is against my religion for me to bury my husband in more than one piece”.The funeral director thinks about this and then comes up with a brainwave: He’ll amputate his dick and then. The material got caught on the round of his ass, and I let it slide down slowly until it fell completely off with a small twanging sensation.Paul’s cock jumped free, almost smacking me in the underside of my chin. A small droplet of precum flew free and made contact with the skin of my neck, but I was too focused on the task at hand to take much notice. I grabbed it at the base, tentatively at first, but with more firmness when I heard the appreciative sound coming from deep in Paul’s chest. It. Me- okay,(thought for a minute and was desperate to make out with her on that day at any cost) sure I will help you with that.Aunt- thank you. She was wearing nighty and when she was walking towards her door, in the front of me I was checking her ass. HOLY SICK!! It was wiggling and I was clearly able to watch that shape of the ass, guessed she was not wearing her panty. Then I went inside her house and checked with the computer, in the meanwhile she went to the kitchen to get me a glass of. I just opened my robe. You can guess the rest." Charles addresses me, "Is this what you fantasized about when you were dating? Lynn fucking in her hotel room? Is it turning you on to know she actually did it?" In between licks I answer, "That was my fantasy. I'm glad she actually fucked a guy." Addressing Lynn, "Was it a one night stand?" "No. For the next couple of months we coordinated our trips so we could get together. I guess you could say I was having an affair." "How long had you been.