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He went downstairs to the back door; slowly opened it and looked to see if he could see anyone watching. Observing no movement; he quickly slipped into the nearby woods and back to his place. March 15th started normal, like any other day. Two days had passed since my rejection and humiliation at the hands of my dream girl, David looked and exclaimed to make sure that no one else could have her either, he fantasized throughout the day about how he was going to “pay” her by catching her late at night to rape and kill her. His cockbecame almost painfully hard in his pants. David began to think about how it would be to screw a body like that. To have her longs legs wrapped around him as he was pumping her full. To have her pale red lips sucking his cock. he left my house in the little nearby town about 8 am, fuelled by a cup of orange juice, put the rock and roll music station on the radio and drove the ten miles west to the school. he bought a fake beard and wig. he put them into the trunk of my car along with a bottle of homemade chloroform and a pack of condoms. he had everything he needed. Now to make the arrangements. When reality he got there, there was an announcement to go to the gymtorium immediately. And one day it was all over: he went into school expecting the usual from Abigail when he saw that same group of friends looking rather glum. So he went over and asked what was wrong. "Abbie died... it was a car accident." The principal was at the podium getting ready to address a transfixed audience. he noticed with some unease that several of the female staff members and some of the female students were in tears. He sat us all down to tell us that Abigail, the beautiful object of my lust, had been killed in a car crash the previous evening. It turned out that she drove through the curvy back-roads at break-neck speed he unsurprisingly lost striptease control of her car and slid into a tree sideways. “She was pronounced dead at the scene……”, the Principal went on, his voice betraying a sincere sadness. "Please keep Public Nudity her family in your thoughts and prayers. All he could think of was that she's dead, darling Abigail is dead and how could that happen to her? Her cute smiles, her soft soothing voices, her intelligent minds and her sexy body with their long nylon stocking clad legs were dead. All her hopes and dreams for the future. All that potential. DEAD SOOooo DEAD! She would have no ever get married and have children, now she was simply another dead woman, and would forever remain as such. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was now a corpse. That day had passed as sort of a blur, with a glum feeling throughout the school and especially in my senior class that afternoon where she would never again grace the desks in the row beside me. he couldn't concentrate on the material Mrs. Spruell was presenting; he was thinking about Abigail's exquisite dead body. he imagined that Mr Blackwelder had her laid out in all her naked glory on the countertop at the funeral home by now working to get her ready for her funeral. Oh how Big Tits he would love to be his assistant. Those thoughts gave me a hardon that i had to conceal. The following day he rose out of bed early and picked up the local newspaper. The accident was front page news. They had photos of Abigail, smiling in her lovely red Mandarin cut dress. Under the photo a caption read in bold: ‘TWINS DEAD: Miller are latest road victims’ girlfriend it then went on about the need for a new speed limit on the curves of Alba Mill Road, which of course wouldn’t accomplish anything. It was what was on the next page that made me gasp. The caption read CAR CRASH SCENE, and it showed a the crunched car meshed with the tree; however you could also see the rescue squad and other volunteers carrying sheet covered gurney to the waiting hearse. he realized that her freshly dead tanned body were in those sheet covered gurney being taken to the funeral home. His groin stiffened as thoughts of her light brown bush danced in his mind. “Miss Johnson, did he…, fuck you this morning?” Kaylie whispered. “Another strong ally in our fight for the survival of the white race. That asian slave that said she was the Head Madam of his brothel and the other was his wife believed her name was Sapphire. striptease She threw her flail to the side and began rubbing it up and down with her palms flat on the thick sides. All in full view right in front of reality me. That combined with the words I just heard, started that feeling in my balls. “Thank you for your input Tanya, it was most helpful.” Then he pushed all they way inside. Friday night I got home about 7:00 pm after being away a day and a haft. “You may be just right.” I was in no position to refute the claim after what had just happened. Finally the door opens with a pained grinding noise. The cold took hold of him again and his hands trembled with such ferocity that he couldn't slip the brass into the slot. He moved to sit next to her, but Kat slid another foot Big Tits down the edge of the bed, keeping distance between the two of them. Once again, she starts telling me of the things she has planned for Public Nudity us to see when I am out there in California with her. Luckily for him it was well lubricated and made his work slightly easier. It doesn’t take long to take a towel off and put a dress on, but Jon had timed it right and I girlfriend was naked as the car drove passed us.