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Not content with what was available, I wrote this with parts of all stories I collected to create as. Because my output slowed down over the last year and it was taking too long to finish (over 15 years), I planned to wrap it all up but recently lost my files before I could finish. Manage to retrieve this as last updated in over 18 months ago but it was too much work to do this again so call it a day and publish it as it is. Apologize for the errors but feel free to complete perky it as your own version. One of those in attendance at the viewing and the graveside service was Jason Dodd, Abigail's cousin. He hadn't seen her in years and probably wouldn’t have attended except for the insistence of his mother. He marveled at the dead beauty but the expensive looking jewelry that she was wearing was what really caught his eye. Returning to work the next day as a mechanic at the local new car dealership; he talked with his fellow mechanic Carl about attending the funeral of his cousin who was killed on her honeymoon. Jason also mentioned the sparkling jewelry she was buried petite in. Trying not to alarm Jason's suspicion; Carl was able to subtly learn of the location of the cemetery where the crypt was located. After expressing his condolences; he and Jason returned to work. But Carl couldn't stop thinking about the young bride and her jewelry. He still had it on his mind when work ended that day. He picked up the newspaper and looked through the obituaries. The second one Carl read, he knew it was the right one. The obituary said it was a girl twenty-one. Carl noted all of the information and drove by the cemetery and noted it was an old one and there appeared to not be an attendant. He got out of his car, located the Miller crypt and rushed home. Later that evening Carl called his friend Derrick’s home and answered and told him he needed help on Friday night. He didn't tell him what but Derrick figured it was another break in like several he had helped Carl with before. Imagine Derrick's surprise when Carl picked him up in the van and they drove carefully, to a secluded place near the cemetery crypt, not wanting to get stopped by the police. He was still wary after small Carl explained about the jewelry and the young bride. The moon was still full so Carl was able to find and walked apprehensively toward the cemetery gates easily. It was 2:08 A.M., and the groundskeeper had gone home hours ago. Armed with a crowbar, a flashlight, a hammer and a pair of industrial strength gloves, he noiselessly scaled the weather beaten fence surrounding the burial grounds teen and continued on his path inside the graveyard property. Derrick dreaded nothing more than being alone in the dark, here of all places. He stumbled about the area somewhat clumsily, sporadically shining his flashlight against tombstones to guide his way. After slightly more than 4 minutes of searching, Carl's light shined upon the object of his search: the cemetery’s small white grey granite crypt, an imposing gothic structure that was home to more than dozen corpses. Carl read the name over the door: " MILLER " was carved in bold letters into the granite block. He had never noticed the one tomb. But perhaps it was because the block was partially hidden by a branch, the leaves of which had already fallen, revealing the name inscribed. Despite it's fortified appearance the tits lock to the entrance door was picked in no time after just three ambitious prying motions with the crowbar. The caretaker had installed an inexpensive, ineffective lock, no doubt thinking (for the most part, rightfully so) that no one would desire to break into this place of time-frozen sorrow and death. Carl and Derrick walked down some steps to the tomb itself, eagerly clutching a flashlight and a crowbar. Fortunately too, a small skylight had been cut into the chamber above, giving a ray of moonlight; the light from the full moon enabled me to adjust to the dimness and see around the tomb. Each bore a family name carved into a stone block over the entrance. Beside the door, on a bronze plaque were the names of those entombed within. A stone angel stood to the right of the door as a silent (and ineffective) guardian to this dank and dismal place of death. She pushed on the door and found that it yielded easily to her touch. It was one of those situations where you weren’t mentally prepared to do anything but close your eyes and pretend it’s a bad dream. Paul squirted some of the oil stuff on the crack in her as cheeks and slid his hands down between her legs. I sat on one of the crossbars (it was cold on my butt) then slid back so that my spread knees were over the bar. I walk by the flight attendant and give her an awkward smile. "Come on -- they're ending swim early today, and I want to be your first. He’d mounted the Sybian on a sort tits of portable workbench. But added to it is an estrogen booster which should make your tits and ass swell, and your petite libido increase like you’re going through puberty.” He smiled “as well as a metabolism booster which will suppress your appetite, lose fat and keep your energy up for fucking.” You can fuck me or Eleanor or Bridget safely for that matter. I immediately whispered in Bea's ear, “Freddy just let out some sperm deep inside you. But you really need talk to granddaughter before I break up with her. I have some milk left over. glove compartment. She then asked my father if he wanted her to suck on his cock like she had done with me. When he said sure, she got up and crawled under the table and the next thing I heard was his zipper being pulled down, followed by slurping sounds and then a low moan from him. With just a gesture twenty tendrils reached out and began striking those leading the advancing troops. Plumbing and electrical work had begun and would be completed by the time we returned from Houston. The whistles and lewd comments made her blush. I felt uneasy at first small but the sexual stimulation soon overwhelmed the uneasy feeling. She sauntered to me, this wicked gleam flashing in her green eyes. Mommy nipped my clit. Chapter 2 -In The Dungeon Obviously she really was still meat as the traditionalists would maintain, but this new approach spiced things up a bit more, made it creepier which is a horny thing. The only lady without a toy, Ezaria, went to sit by perky the boy's head, grabbing hard his luxurious hair and caressing his pretty face, while whispering in his ear what they were still going to do to him. Then I close my eyes and groan. I feel my dick through my joggers and go to push them down when I get a text from Lola, “I’m outside, come let me in its freezing” I close my laptop and try my best to hide my blatant erection in my trousers, and open the door. “Pikachus are fast with powerful electric moves. Four, five, six shots, it felt as if my cock would never stop filling her with my seed. I panted like a bitch as I stared into my blood-father’s red eyes, my teen own rapturous and wide, his imperious and controlling. For my brother to pop my cherry.” Long white hair of hers sways as she flies through the air. There were about 30 people in different conditions of drunkenness some in couples but a few single guys that had make a day of football and drinking.