"I can feel it a little," she said. "It feels so good." Wallace sat next to her, this time not looking away. "You miss things like this, you know?" s...he said. "I haven't even been dead for very long, but you can't imagine how much you miss things when you think you'll never do them again." You look different," he said."I do?"Wallace nodded. "Less, um, cadaverous."Now her eyes, once glassy, became bright and alive. Her lips turned from blue to pink, and her hair, previously lank from the damp,. Mom had arranged for a small dinner with my Aunt Frances andGrandma Rose, who brought ravioli and salad and knotbread for theoccasion. The kitchen being too small, we ate in the living roomon aluminum trays and paper plates. I'd had to fast in order toattend the required communion during the ceremony, and it was wellpast noon; I sat in one corner and ate like a famished cave man. "Don't spill gravy on your shirt!" my aunt screamed in herusual panic, and Mom removed my coat and stuffed a napkin. He was experiencing double vision. He stripped off his tee shirt, tossed it on the other chair. Then he stepped out of his shorts.Jamie licked her lips hungrily as she surveyed her boxer-clad son. Sam’ semi-hard cock bulged in his underwear. Lord, look at that tight body, she mused. She noticed his eyes were unfocused, and he seemed a little unsteady.“Here, baby, let me help you with the gown!”Jamie picked up the gown and slid it over her son’s shoulders. Their bodies touched. Jamie looked into. It was a different kind of pleasure than getting fucked or sucked. He loved having sex and involving his whole body in a frantic effort to provide and achieve pleasure, and lusted after his playmates’ bodies all the time ... but there was something different about just getting to please himself. It was all about him and his excitement and orgasm, nothing else. He loved his cock ... oh how he loved his cock ... and his body too, and took great delight in laying there pumping his shaft and.