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You clean the congealed blood from her face with soap and warm water and now spray the rest of her corpse with warm water and soap before inserting the nozzle into her sticky pussy and washing as much of your sticky cum down the drain as possible. You rinse her again with warm water and then towel her dry. You again think what a shame that a woman with as beautiful body as this one is dead but you're glad you got a chance to screw her. If it hadn't been you; somebody else would probably have done it. Oh well; you open a drawer, place her in it and cover her. You call the funeral home listed on the paperwork and leave a message that the family of Michelle Marsten has requested their services. You know that her corpse will chill overnight until the funeral home receives the message the next morning and comes to retrieve her. You return to your other client. Part II: The Marsten Home Picture This! You're Michelle Marsten's husband Brad. It's almost 3Am and you're in bed trying to catch a little sleep. The bed's so empty without Michelle. You recall with almost disbelief about 7Pm last evening at your son's basketball game when you heard there had been a car accident down the street and you found out it was Michelle. She had been on her way from work to the game. You ran up the street and got close enough to see her in the van before you were restrained. Your mother-in-law went home with you to help with the children. They had just cried themselves to sleep about an hour ago. You don't know how you're going to survive without Michelle. Your thoughts drift back to to when you met Michelle 12 years ago. It was the first day of your sophomore year. You walk into Geometry class and there in front of you is this beautiful, tall leggy brunette with prominent tits. You strike up a conversation with her and get up the courage to ask her for a date. You're thrilled when she accepts and the two of you were inseparable from that day on. You find out that the guys at school refer to Michelle as "Thunder Tits". On your third date with Big Tits Michelle; you ask her which movie she wants to see. Suprisingly; she picks a strangler movie that you've heard is not for the squeamish. During the movie you notice that she is smiling and on the edge of her seat each time a young lady is erotically strangled in the film. You discover that she is turned on by erotic masturbation death; especially stranglings. Your relationship blossoms and you become engaged and subsequently marry during your sophomore year in college. You doze for a little bit and then awaken with Michelle still on your mind . You remember 3 weeks ago on Valentine's day which also is your wedding anniversary. You had been called out of town 2 days before softcore for an emergency set of business meetings to discuss problems on the west coast. That sure screwed up what you wanted to plan for your anniversary; not knowing if you'd be home that day or not. Early in the day you were able to wrap things up. You called Michelle; she was ecstatically happy and would meet you at the airport. You arrive that evening about 7. Michelle is there waiting in the car. You get in on the passenger side and give her a volumptuous kiss and start apologizing. She puts her finger over your mouth and tells you it's OK. It's then that you notice she's wearing a trenchcoat with dark hose and black hi-heels. At this point she open's the trenchcoat to show you that the only thing she's wearing are the masturbating barely black thigh-hi's and hi adorable heels. Her tits are perky as usual. Are you happy with the results?" “Ooh, that's nice.” There were juices all over them, and she was visibly dripping onto the glass counter. As they trekked across the pavement, they heard a wolf whistle in their direction. “ Sis, anything worth having is worth waiting for and I can say from experience it is well worth waiting for.” “ You will feel more loved than ever in your life.” Neija stood in an masturbating Big Tits empty hallway, staring out the window at the moon. Like what can be beyond the place where the universe ends?” Hanging up, John shook his head in disbelief when Tess walked back into the room as naked as the day she was born. Sweet Black-fucking-Sabbath! It was only after we’d been there for softcore about an hour that I realised that I was the only naked woman there; we’d accidentally gone to the prudes end of the beach. Not yet, anyway. Once, he climbed to the pinnacle of the Bardic Tower masturbation and stood adorable atop it. I did manage to tell Freya to try to get another golf ball inside me. Thank you for giving me my first ever blow job. Instead she took off her clothes, leaving them carefully folded, and stood naked but for black stockings and boots with her eyes meekly downturned and her hands behind her back. “Not a futa?” Her lips opened enough to let me slip in. I held her tightly to me as her hard nipples made themselves noticed to my abdomen. “Mary can rub some oil on your cock and my arse for me before you start.”