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he remembered dropping a handout in front of Abigail the week before in English Class, and catching a glimpse up her skirt at her pantyhosed legs and crotch under the desk; he wondered if she had started the assigned essay due this week but now would never complete it and soon he was wanking with ferocity, “oh, Abigail you’re so beautiful dead, he want your dead pussy” he was whispering under my breath, hardly aware he was doing it. Then he pictured Abigail back in late March when he was walking behind her to the cafeteria cum and a sudden gust of wind lifted and blossomed her yellow dress to above her waist so he saw all of her pantyhosed clad legs and ass. “oh, Abigail oh, baby, you've got such a beautiful dead ass, so DEAD! I want your dead cunt and ass baby” he was saying and the final thought, he wonder if your boyfriend screwed your pussy last weekend and you had his cum in you and the final louder “DEAD Soooooo DEAD!!!!” brought a jet of oral hot thick cream out spurting from my erect penis as he continued to milk myself dry. he then went to the bathroom and cleaned my cock, somewhat ashamed he had gotten so excited about the twins being dead. I got ready and went on to school. Over that day, I found myself pre-occupied with thoughts of Abigail's viewing and funeral, which were announced that morning and I knew I wanted to attend. pov But I had a nagging, irrational fear that maybe her corpse wouldn't be displayed for a public viewing, and I didn’t understand why. The first seeds of my heinous act were already germinating in my mind. I wanted dead Abigail, to see her nude and fuck her. Abigail’s body was to have a viewing and receiving of friends of Abigail Miller followed by church service the next day followed by a private burial at the family crypt. That night I knew that she was in the local funeral home. She was scheduled Hardcore to have an open casket viewing On Sunday Evening in the Rose Room from just before six until well after nine for the and fortunately I had been to this parlor before. The evening of the viewing arrived David found his funeral suit and quickly dressed . He figured he could go to the funeral home and see the girl. He hadn’t really been to many funerals in his life (two that he could think of, though he was very young in both cases as one was his great-grandmother and the other was an uncle who died when he was 5 in a car wreck). Later that evening, Abigail drove to the funeral home chapel near the end of the visitation time listed in Abigail's obituary. Abigail’s funeral wasn’t scheduled until 1:00 the next afternoon, but the boyfriend got to the funeral home at around 11:00 AM. The young man was led by the attendant who had met him at the front desk back to the small chapel where her service would be held two hours later and then quietly walked off, pulling the doors until they were mostly shut. The reception hall was a large room, brightly lit and walled in white marble. The walls hung with antique tapestries. Several large chairs upholstered in burgundy velvet were positioned around the perimeter of the room. The floor, like the walls, was of threesome pure white marble. It was covered with one, vast, oriental rug. From the room, hallways led off in several directions. Their entries were covered with burgundy velvet curtains. He led the way down one of the hallways, passing rooms on both sides. The hall was decorated as elegantly as the reception room. It was floored in rich burgundy carpet and paneled in a dark wood. The way was lit by small gas lamps along the walls. A man in a dark suit with a permanent expression of concern stood at the entrance to the room where Abigail lay. Her attendant stopped pointed in the direction to the entrance of one of the viewing rooms. 5’9”/long black hair with straight bangs above her eyes/clearly an overly endowed chest 36EE minimum/flat stomach/tight ass/athletic legs/ and she smelled like roses as she walked by. I thought it would come to well more than a hundred per person plus tip before we were done. He stammered for a minute and then said, “I’m sorry for what you have seen. Presently Jennifer rounded the corner and Tegan gave her a polite wave, flagging her threesome down so she came to join, taking the other set across from Simon and next to Tegan. just the fingers between my legs and the gentle tweaking of my nipples kept me almost conscious. No it didn’t, it got wired up to some C4 and the detonator was placed in my Hardcore hands. Now let's get you dressed in your new clothes. It moved into the right lane and eased up beside her as the light changed. "I have called you here to reveal something that our history has been wrong about. Then he pulled my panties down slowly kissing my thighs as he pov pulled them down my legs and there I was standing almost naked in front of them all other then high heel sandals. I wanted to spend the rest of the day with you.” His hands wandered over her body. They were property, like the whores these pimps owned, but unlike these guys, I cared about my posessions and they were without a doubt the most valuable assets in my life, they oral WERE my life. Sam and I would never see or speak to each other again. It was the best thing in the world. All of a sudden I realized she had asked a question “. “oh shit, shit shit shit" The wolf murmured. Something cold…extremely cold penetrated the dull almost dead sense of touch. “You're kinky.” He said, forcing himself to look into her eyes. Lets get this show started, sooner its done, sooner we can get moving on with our lives.” Holly shook her long straight raven hair, took a cum deep breath, held my arm and we walked, very proudly, out to meet and greet them, before we all rejoined the others for the celebrations!!.