Sweat poured from husband and wife as he fell next to her."You're wearing me out," Walt gave her a warm smile."Wouldn't it be something if you were ta...king me in my ass and one of us dies and you can't get out of me. Rigor mortis sets in your cock is still up me, what would the police and other people think?" I think they would be happy for us dying while fucking," he grinned."Think they'd let the newspapers in to take pictures of us and let them print them?" No doubt. We'd be famous and the. We decided that it would be the show apartment. So I sent June Bug to pick out the furniture. Her brief was that the furniture had to be strong and should appeal to our older customers. She was allowed two hours to do the shopping. She started in the 2nd chance store.“Pick out the best things there,” I insisted.She called me to report, “This stuff is awful.”“Then go to Glenfield’s to look. Keep in mind there isn’t much room in the unit for big furniture. It was thirty minutes later when she had. He rose up on his elbow and tugged them over his hip. He shrugged them down, out of the way where he could retrieve them later.When he was finished taking care of his pajamas he turned back to her and they hugged. He knew she liked that. There was no kissing; no erotic noises. Only silence and two unclothed bodies pressed to one another, and an occasional hand stroking where it could reach—between the shoulder blades or on a thigh.She was warm. After a while he clutched her bottom and pressed. I wanted to lick him all over. “Christ mate, I really do need a wash now! I’m dripping!” He said.“Come to me. I will wash you.” I said religiously. I dunked a flannel in warm soapy water and lathered him up as best as I could. I tenderly washed his cock and balls and then wrapped my hand around his shaft gently masturbating him. He was fit and ready. His pretty dick became splendidly erect. I sloshed the flannel in the water again and extended my arm out between his legs and began to wash his.