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The visitation was a lovely open casket affair which was attended by few, and over quickly. I don’t know how many strokes it was, perhaps five, perhaps five hundred. Free porn I took a long look at the young woman’s corpse. My hands roamed up her shapely legs, and pulled her towards me. I don’t know how many strokes it was, perhaps five, perhaps five hundred. Her breasts were not large, but neither were they small and they jiggled slightly as I arranged the corpse’s limbs. I pulled back the urine soaked sheets, exposing her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Too few found it surprising when she was discovered dead at the age of twenty-six. I stepped back, feeling the sickliness of my now-hard cock within its confines. I groaned with ecstasy, knowing that despite her many lovers, I tasted something they never had, and never would–Cindy’s death.
