Youthful Norah is sitting at her dining room table after breakfast reading a magazine when she starts sensing a tingling, pins and needles experiencing in her right mitt when she looks down as grips her pecs. “What is happening” Norah thinks as she embarks to gasp for breath and flops back with her eye flipping back. MaX, Norah’s long term boyfriend was headed to her mansion to tell her about a surprise tour he’s planned for the Two of them when he witnesses her slumped over in her tabouret with her head tossed back. MaX puts his forearm in front of her face to check for breathing but it’s so shallow that he decides to do CPR. MaX lifts Norah’s soft bod onto the dining room table and begins chest compressions as swift as he can to force the air back into her, “come on Norah MaX pleads.” But there is no such luck for Norah, she’s met the end of her story and MaX realizes he’s going to have to live without her, “I’m going to have to call the people to help take you away to the morgue,” MaX thinks. “They’re going to feel you up and check things out, I might as well get one last view myself,” MaX justifies to himself as he runs his mitts up her microskirt. MaX’s manhood gets taller fatter and fatter as he paws Norah’s fresh shaven vag until he gets the last of her moisture and jams his shaft in her. With a loud grunt MaX lets out his fountain and leaves her strewn on the table until someone can come take her assets away.