She apparently believed him. I went to my office to read it. I climbed out of the coffin and plugged Marilyn’s vagina with a length of plastic tube inserted all the way to her cervix and plugged the end. Then I got a surprise. Marilyn could do that to us even dead. Her hands slid down my chest and opened my belt buckle, unlatched my pants and slowly unzipped them. I wasn’t used to fondling live women’s bodies and it felt so good. Last night had been wonderful and very sexually fulfilling. She collapsed on my chest and I stroked her shoulder length dark brown hair with my hands. I soon had her moaning with pleasure and as our excitement grew; Marilyn turned her body and straddled my dick. One fiancée was killed and another ran off with an old girlfriend the week before their planned wedding. Her parents were not in good health and she wanted to take care of everything so they wouldn’t be burdened by it. An aunt of Marilyn’s handed me a letter she had wrote a couple of days before the seizure.
