Pressing Erika’s twisting body against his, Ben kissed her moaning mouth before he murmured in her ear, “Sorry, darling. I’ve got to hold you ba...ck. You’d make me come much too quickly. And you wouldn’t be loved the way, I know, you wish to be. Should I tell you?”“How do I love to be loved? What are you going to do with me? Tell me, Ben! Tell me what I want? God, yes, yes! I do!”Erika’s exclamation was in response to Ben having allowed his cock to push partly into her so badly wanting-to-fuck. "It don't matter at all. A wake is not a wake wit' out a stiff. It's always dat way. I bin to hundreds of 'em, Boy-o, and I never bin t' one wit' out a corpse laid out in its finest attire."Well, 'tis somethin' new, I got to admit," Mike conceded."An where do ye think Ol' Dooley is now?" James demanded. "Shoved off in some refrig'rater, cold as ice, when 'e could be out, injoyin' his wake wit' his friends." Unless the body's lost," Mike pointed out, "like a drownin', or somethin' like that.". "He's being bloody-minded, Jocelyn. How many times has he exercised his parental rights in the past year? A handful at most." What do you suggest, dear?" As reluctant as I am to let him off the hook for is wretched treatment of you, I'm proposing a trade. We would forego his child support payments if he would agree to relinquish his custodial rights." Doesn't one naturally follow the other? Wouldn't those payments be expunged if he gave up his rights?" Jocelyn asked."You're quite right. I. It was time to take it up a notch. I turned so my ass was in the air, almost but not quite directly towards the door, my boyshort panties accenting my ass. I pull out my hand and press the crotch on my panties into my wetness so Brian could see it. I am stealthily reaching for my trusty dildo on the other side of the bed.I hear a restrained exhale as my toy comes into view, 8-inches and thick with a set of balls in pearlescent green. I playfully slap the weight of my friend against my wet spot.