A widow is filled with grief after her husband dies at a young age just when she had everything she could hope for. The wake is comforted by a man in attendance, and the night of the funeral is filled with sorrow and physical pleasure. When she lifts up her mourning clothes, her private parts are covered in juices... Her body throbs unconsciously beneath them. She feels a sense of immorality and excitement at her own baseness, and she moves up and down violently on the penis of a male relative. She loses herself and continues to comfort her ripe body... If you're going to sleep with a woman, it's better to be a widow.