I had snuck down into the embalming room, and went in and looked at the latest arrival. It was a nineteen year old boy who'd died of a brain aneurysm.... He was beautiful, blond and handsome and muscled.And his cock was sticking up against the sheet.I'd never really looked at a cock before. And, since Mike and Sheila wouldn't be home for hours, I was fascinated. And very tempted.But I went back upstairs and turned on the TV. But I kept thinking about that lump under the sheet, and wondered if it. I will say when you're too tired." I kept playing,moaning and reaching climax over and over until it took everything in me to reach it the next time. He heard my struggle, "Ok, you may stop now." I slid the vibrator out and licked it clean before dropping it back inmy bag. I was so tired I didn't even pull my jeans up I just laid there and quivered. I felt him hand reach back to stroke my hair while I drifted off to sleep. Later he rousted me when we arrived at the cabin. I had hoped to see. We arrived in the vicinity of the town by mid afternoon, but didn't enter the town. Instead, we bypassed it and looked for a place in a large forested area with many oak, birch and ash trees.With a little looking, we located a nice flat area near a stream and prepared to set up camp for the night. Pat and I unsaddled our horses, and unhitched and unharnessed the ones on the cart. We brushed them down and took them to the stream for a drink after cooling them off.While we were busy with that,. I need you to bring more inventory in from the barn." You're using me," he said, accusingly."Yes, and I'm going to use you tomorrow night," she said, giggling. "Listen to me. I sound like a sex-starved slut." You're funny," Brian said as they hung up.That phone call became a standard practice. Peggy never called him at work, but she looked forward to his daily calls. If it didn't come exactly at ten AM, she knew he had been held up and would call as soon as he could. She always tried to be.