I could see in his eyes he would have offered help if he could, but none could touch me while I was in communion. She was gone, her ghost laid to rest. Pornhat With great care he removed the sheet, and we both gazed on the dead woman. The warm wetness once again touched my cunt, but now not a rapist’s seed or my own urine, but the gentle bath of this man–my last lover. Alas, she/I was dead, and beyond sensual movement, but not beyond sensuousness. As he continued down her body with the sponge, he fondled and suckled my breasts–not the crude crushing of the rapist, but a touch so light and gentle I gasped and tingled with the delight of it.
