The funeral had barely ended when I saw Marley Brinx standing alone by her late husband’s grave. As a devastated widow, I couldn’t help but feel my loins stir at the sight of her exquisite body. Without hesitation, I took her hand and led her back to my car. Once we were alone, I ravaged her tight slit with my throbbing member, unleashing all my pent-up grief and lust on her. It was like my late wife was watching us, urging me on as I plunged deeper and deeper. And with every thrust, I could feel Marley submitting to me, her cries of pleasure filling the quiet cemetery. This was the most uncut and raw experience of my life, and I knew my late wife would have approved.