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You withdraw from her and lay beside her with your bodies entwined as you kiss and then drift off to sleep. You awake late the next morning and spend the rest of the day in bed pleasing each other. What a weekend! But now your thoughts are jolted back to reality. This is no pretend. Your lovely wife is really dead. It's somewhat ironic that she loved to play dead. You wonder if she suffered; you hope she didn't. You think about how your two young children will cope with the loss of their wonderful mom. You wish you could hold her right now but you know that's not possible. You think about the funeral arrangements and then finally drift off to sleep for a few hours. Part III: Funeral Home Picture This! You're the owner and operator of Woodlawn Funeral Service. You just checked the answering machine as you walked in the door this morning and listened to a message from local hospital morgue that the family of Michelle Marsten has requested your tits services to handle her funeral teen arrrangements. You get the hearse ready and head toward the hospital. As you drive along you think about Michelle. big You've known her and her family for at least a dozen years. They lived just down the street from you for several years. You remember how Michelle looked as a 18 year old in a bikini. What a body even then; tall, tanned with curves in all the right blonde places. You recall the last time you saw her was about 6 weeks ago at her grandmother's funeral. She was deliciously dressed in a black mini skirt with matching black jacket and white blouse and barely black sheer stockings and black hi-heels. What a babe! She looked so beautiful and very fuckable and so full of life as you stood in your usual place in the corner and lusted after her sexy body. You arrive at the hospital morgue and load the body bag containing Michelle Marsten's corpse in the hearse and start back to the funeral home. You can hardly wait to see her naked body, feel her, fuck her and what ever else you can think of. You think a moment of her husband Brad. You remember they were high school sweethearts and married during their second year of college. You'll need to call him concerning the arrangements but you won't be in a big hurry; you'll have to check Michelle out first. You arrive back at the funeral home and unload the gurney containing the body bag; roll it into the prep room and unzip the bag; letting it fall to the side. You are not disappointed; there in front of you is quite probably the most beautiful corpse you have ever seen. Her shoulder length dark brown hair, her firm perky breasts, such flawless tanned flesh and her long legs captivate you and you stand there for a moment salivating. After a moment; your fingers open her lifeless brown eyes and you plant a quick kiss on her parted red lips. You unzip and drop your pants and remove your undershorts and release your aching cock. You take Michelle's cold stiffening right hand and place it around your erect organ and say" I've got something for you Michelle that's just your size". With your other hand you squeeze first one of her perfect tits and then the other. Mighty fine! You now turn the luscious corpse over on her stomach and admire her shapely ass. You run your hand through small her crack; it feels so soft. You decide you want to fuck her in the ass first. Her tits jiggled as the whip slapped into them again, and again Layla screeched. His sister's mouth crushed against his in a sloppy-wet grind, sucking and biting his lips and tongue. "I guess I can't" I confess to her. "So, you are eager to please?" "'Oh hell yes!' was all I could think to say to her at the time. What would I blonde do if she did figure it out? According to data that was supplied for the third factor. He tried his best, but even with me trying to show him, he teen wasn't very good at it. Okay, that was better, but small I was really stuck there. “Wow!” OK, then I’m going to put one inside you.” I said with an Aire of confidence. She worked at a local coffee shop and had the delight of serving Becky more than the local java.” “Daddy! “I got a call from Gary they want me Thursday and Friday night I’m so excited honey”. That was her personal slutty touch, I didn’t tits ask her to do that. She pushed her tongue into Lara's navel while pinching both of Lara's nipples. Her body moved then began to undulate as she stroked big the top of her pussy. She was looking me in the eyes the whole time.