She also wore a black loose shirt with a black leather duster. XXX She watched in horror as the decomposed flesh healed somewhat around the wound. Hear she was, someplace she never thought she’d be in, a tomb to call her own. It was the mummies turn to look up to the ceiling and shout in utter pleasure. Why– suddenly it all became so clear to her. She grabbed it’s head and rubbed her hands all over it’s head loosening the ceremonial wrappings. It was fairly old however, it’s wraps were dark, a blackish red color, as if it were still decomposing under the wraps. It was such a valued item she didn’t think it possible most of the time to think of a treasure to be buried with any body. It felt it’s ecrection slip past the ceremonial wrappings.
