“Please, Ian. One minute please.” I raised my fist. Everybody looked around. Lance came striding up and gave me a look.“Pull up a chair,” I sa...id. I got another look but he did, pull up a chair that is. Everybody seemed to get it. Nobody said anything. Penelope took up the gauntlet.“Lee, I wouldn’t have anything that I do have without you. From junior high school, through high school and college: you were there for me,” said Penelope. “Oh yes, and you saved my husband’s and our daughter’s lives.. "Greg stretched and yawned. His body was sore in a hundred places; his back raked by Marcia's nails; angry welts on his shoulders from her teeth. He couldn't remember when he felt better."Well, look what we have here." Jan stood in the doorway, resting an arm on the jam. She was naked.***Jan stood in the doorway and smiled at her brother's automatic reflex to cover up. "It's a little late for that, Greg. I peeked. Where's Marcia?"Greg gestured towards the bathroom. From the look in his eyes,. ”I sat. We looked each other over for several seconds. I don’t know what he saw in me, but what I saw was a giant of a man, imposing even seated; broad shouldered, thick-bodied, his chambray work shirt looking like it would split at the seams any moment; he had a dominating physical presence. He wasn’t fat, just thick – and not gym-rat bulk, his body instead of that heavy, slab-muscled peasant type so common among those that do hard physical labor. He had a massive cannonball of a head, set. Washing as much of the sticky goo from her now gaping hole as possible; I rolled her over on her side and cleaned what had leaked between her lovely ass cheeks. Her asshole had lost its pucker of course and I couldn't resist finger fucking it with my middle finger a few times before stuffing as much of the washcloth as possible into the leaky pussy to prevent any more leakage. Again, scooping the lovely remains into my arms, I carried the lovely corpse back to the prep room and placed it onto.