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I had gotten rid of most of the anger and disgust I had for Claire by screwing her corpse and then seeing my friends use and abuse her too. Mark picked up Claire's corpse and placed her in the cooler overnight and I went home and had a good night's sleep. The next evening was the viewing and I arrived just before 6:30. Mark led french me into the room; where Claire's silver casket was, to view her before the other guests arrived. He had dressed her in the clothes I had brought earlier in the day. She was wearing a thin red v-neck sweater that was cut low in the front. The bottom of the v ended about halfway between her breasts and her navel and since she wasn't wearing a bra; revealed the inside contour of both big breasts. The sweater only covered the nipples and the outer contour. My wife was wearing her favorite red high heels and sheer long black nylon stockings. She was wearing a short black mini-skirt so that only about half of her long shapely thighs were hidden from view. Looking around to see that no one was looking; Mark lifted Claire's skirt to reveal the lacy red panties she was clad in. He pulled them down to show me "the special request" that I had made. I had him insert a big pulsating dildo turned on "low" into Claire's pussy instead of stockings the usual venting tube. I indicated my approval and he put the panties and skirt back in place just before people started to arrive. A large crowd turned out that evening and it was interesting to see the reaction of the men; young and old, to Claire and her burial outfit. Most of them, before they left, had developed erections Bubble Butt that they were trying to hide and it was obvious that a considerable number would have done more than just look if they had voyeur the chance. Who could blame them with a sexy corpse lying there almost inviting them to. The funeral the next day was sad and I shed tears for busty the first time since Claire's death. She was buried in the church cemetery with the dildo still pulsating in her well-used cunt. I wondered how long the batteries would last on "low". EPILOGUE It's been six months since Claire's funeral and I still miss her and probably always will. But life must go on. I've been to several more "parties" at the funeral home and have become well acquainted with a tall brunette named Jacqueline; one of Nikki's necro friends I met at one of the parties. So things are looking up. END “I’m okay,” Stephanie said bravely, trembling a little at being so intimately inspected. What are you willing to do?” french “I’m sorry I told everyone about the baby,” she said surprising me again. Once the job was done, I sat up and grabbed a pillow. Things change all voyeur the time. Katie rubbed, licked and gently bit Kristen's inner thighs. “Can busty you ride?” he asked, getting off the bike. Presley watched as her sister briskly slid her hand up and down their brother's cock as his moans grew. Yet she did, slowly he pushed into her, making room for himself stockings as he held onto Bubble Butt her hips. Screw us on your pole master!“ And it just happen that her three children had a week long overnight stay church camp fell on same week.