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312She laughed again.He watched her rolling over, and wee falling from below her dress onto the carpet. She shouted out, %u201cFuck, Ken. I can%u2019t... can%u2019t... catch... my... bre...%u201dIt was serious. Her bladder was emptying. He knew she could no longer breath.He put his glass down and went onto the floor to try and help her. She closed her eyes and started shaking. He realised her heart was going wild trying to force blood into her chest because her lungs were not sucking in air. He put his hands on her chest and pumped her, and she stopped shaking. He put his mouth to hers and blew air into her lungs.She breathed easily again. %u201cMy knickers are soaking wet. Can you take them off, please Ken.%u201dHe slipped his hands under her dress and pulled them down and off over her feet.%u201cThank you. Let%u2019s make love here on the floor.%u201d He heard her say. He was excited as he had seen her vagina and pubic hair. She pulled her dress up and he stared at it as she opened her legs. His heart raced and he became erect.He looked up to kiss her, but he was staring at his dead wife, Edith. %u201cKiss me down there,%u201d she said.His head dropped between her legs and he sucked and licked her clitoris and pushed his tongue into her, delighted to discover it was full of menstrual blood. He sucked it greedily like an elephant that had found cool water in a jungle.%u201cKen! What are you doing? Please stop that.%u201dHe lifted his head. It was Jasmine staring back at him with a cross face. He jerked back.%u201cOh, my God. I%u2019m so, so sorry.%u201d He told her as she closed her legs The Devil Drops By