Closing his eyes he explored her exquisite curves with his hands and drove himself harder. Again and again I thrust my sex hips, each time slamming the head of my cock home against her dead cervix. Again and again, like a desperate man I drove myself deep inside her, sending the corpse's limbs and breasts into a frenzy of uncontrolled quaking. Sweat broke out on his forehead as pressure built up in his trembling body. I don't know how many strokes it was, perhaps five, perhaps five hundred. I could feel the fire burning up my dick from a well deep within me. I clenched tightly, not wishing to end our macabe lovemaking, but finally nature's response to my unnatural acts could no longer be denied. All too soon, he reached his peak, and as he grasped Abigail's silk-clad legs, he now began to realize that I couldn't hold back much longer. He reared back, went into a last frenzy of thrusting, and spasmed, avoiding crying out by a near-miracle, he exploded his passion as he shot and shot and shot his dead lover’s love canal with his flesh gun, sending his creamy seed jetting into her silky, silent depths. That was the price of the embalmers ultimate desecration of her body. Like a man possessed; David continued to pump until he got light-headed and collapsed on top of Abigail’s corpse with my head on masturbation her shoulder. After filling his lovely Abigail full of hot cum; His seed would lie spread about her, while another mans may very well lie within her. Completely exhausted he lay across her soft dead body and relaxed. I would almost swear as I lay there attempting to catch my breath, feeling my own cum drip past my now shrunken cock, I saw Abigail smile before holding her stiffening hand and lovingly kissed cherry red her lips and rubbed her cool nipples with my fingers as his member pulsated inside her was still throbbing with pleasure as I drifted off to sleep. Around midnight Zeke came back to check on David and seal Abigail's casket for burial. Everything was quiet in the viewing room. He walked up to Abigail’s casket and placed his hand on David’s shoulder and neck. He was breathing japanese and lying beside her nude body except for her sheer stockings and black hi heels with his face on her left breast, after a gentle shake or two began to come around. He looked up at Zeke and said "I just couldn’t let her go to her grave without knowing what it felt like to make love to her". "I love her so much!". As he lay there, overcome by weariness and sorrow he wondered if another man had tasted his wife in death. Had she been as enjoyable wife as he remembered her in life? Had she been as enjoyable as his last fuck now? I wondered if they’d seen me on top of the Christmas tree. She spun us around once more and whispered into my ear that she wanted to ride me.I almost came at the sultriness of her tongue. "Steven can now fuck whoever he wants, wife I don't care. The incision was masturbation so fine and precise that very little blood flowed, but the look in her eyes spoke of how much it stung. He is digging his finger nails into my arse again in a mixture of sex pleasure and pain and japanese I am enjoying it as I hover very close to cumming. "You wouldn't?" I questioned. Shaking his head, Scott forced these thoughts from his mind. She grasped it firmly and continued to masturbate him, her hand smoothly running up and down his rod and bringing him unbelievable pleasure. “Yeah right,” The woman said; “I suppose that this evening is going to tun into a fuck fest as well?” They all gasped.