The head of his penis felt so damn good as it sat at the opening. I could feel his pulse through the tip of his penis and the warmth it exuded. I coul...d tell that the tip of his penis was now firmly seated in the opening and with just a bit more force I would have him in me. But I was taking my time and enjoying every bit of this I was set to see his face and his muscular body tens up as I did just that a little downward force and the head of his penis popped in but not all of it. The tip was in. The man leaned over and with forceps in one hand and his knife in the other, he made a small incision under the quill and with the forceps gently pulled the quill out. A trickle of yellowish fluid ran from the wound onto the tiger’s amber fur, and a foul smell filled the air. The man stroked the tiger’s forehead, then moved on to the next quill. This one, as well as the next came out easily. The last quill in the tiger’s face would not budge so deeply into the bone had it gone, so the man moved. “This cant be happening” I choked out “I cant, no. they are not dead. I want to see my mom. I want my mom”That’s not possible I’m afraid, as we didn’t know when you would wake the funeral has already happened and they have been cremated, you will receive their ashes in the next few days.”I start breathing quicker. I sit up and vaguely notice as the sheet slides down my chest. Tears are now streaming and I fruitlessly try to wipe them away.Mr Black pulls a folded paper bag from a container on. Sucking me dry and swallowing as much as she could keep in her mouth.As I started to soften she put her head on my shoulder and I wrapped her in my arms. We lay there for a few minutes just enjoying the feeling of togetherness.Lifting her head she said, “Well I have had my breakfast so get up, have a shower and I will cook you bacon and eggs for yours. Your going to need all your strength for the coming days.” We both laughed. The ‘coming’ days indeed I thought.Fifteen minutes later I sat at.