His every thrust elicted moans from my dead lips and I wished I could have held him with the same tenderness he held my corpse. XXX His touch was as gentle as a lover’s as he lifted her/me up and removed the torn and stained night gown. Through the light pink of her clothing I could see a well-trimmed golden bush crowning her abused womanhood. In the scuffle I felt the rasp of metal on our legs, and knew he was removing his pants. The Second Man lay panting atop her corpse, his semen leaking from her dead cunt, his love having sent her home. His touch was as gentle as a lover’s as he lifted her/me up and removed the torn and stained night gown. As he continued down her body with the sponge, he fondled and suckled my breasts–not the crude crushing of the
