“I guess we’ll know soon enough. Let’s just go about our business as though nothing happened, yeah?” His sister nodded at his proposal. She came close to the bed and touched his arm, feeling the transference of energy between them, and smiled in wonderment. Then she leaned in for another quick electrical kiss, and bounded out BDSM the room. Frank scoffed with amusement at her perpetual high-energy, then got up and asian put his clothes back on. Not content with what was available, I wrote this with parts of all stories I collected to create as. Because my output slowed down over the last year and it was taking too long to finish (over 15 years), I planned to wrap it all up but recently lost my files before I could finish. Manage to retrieve this as last updated in over 18 months ago but it was too much work to do this again so call it a day and publish it as it is. Apologize for the errors but feel free to complete it as your own version. Woodlawn Funeral Service, a Victorian-era abode that Zeke's grandfather retrofitted in the 1940s to process the dead was owned by George Blackwelder. He and his son Zeke were the morticians/embalmers. George was recovering from heart surgery and still was not back at work. Zeke had been in the funeral business for almost 30 years. His lovely wife Renee had died about 20 yrs ago in a tragic traffic accident. He had gotten into porn shortly after his second wife left him about 8 years ago and he lived alone on the 2nd floor of the Funeral Home. I hadn't had piece of live pussy in at least 4 years since women don't gravitate to morticians. He was about 48 years old, tall and slender and rarely smiled. Zeke had always been turned on at the sight of pretty dead women and kept my self sexually satisfied by fucking my clients from time to time and his father had no trouble talking him into entering the business. He took great pride in his work. It pleased him to think that he helped the families of his "clients" come to terms with their grief by showing them their loved ones carefully prepared. It helped them form good final memories, he thought, to see the look of peace he managed to create for each of them. Stories had went around for years concerning Zeke’s sexual desires and fondness for his female clients but nothing had ever been proven or substantiated. He had prepared quite a few good looking women for burial and I had fucked dead women all the way from an 16 yr old high school sophomore to a grandmother of 62 who had kept herself in good shape. His sexual fantasies had always been much younger girls. Girls in their early to mid teens were his ultimate fantasy but he kept these secrets to himself for obvious reasons. Zeke Blackwelder checked the answering machine At 9 Am on Sunday morning and listened to a message from the local hospital morgue that the Coroner released the bodies of Abigail Miller for burial and the family has requested your services to handle her funeral arrrangements following an car accident. After receiving the call, Zeke Blackwelder was dispatched. Zeke walked in the door get the silver hearse ready and head toward the hospital. It would be a long 6 and a half hour trip each way. Having spanking met Dr Miller a couple of times in the past but never had the pleasure of meeting his daughter when she was alive. rolled paid little attention as they the body fetish of the young woman, wrapped in, and lifted it onto the work table You arrive at the japanese hospital morgue, the morgue attendant wheeled in the black plastic body bag containing Abigail Miller's corpse from the cooler and loaded in the hearse Zeke signed the paperwork and left. He waved a casual good-bye and he was on his way 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 father Brad. "God, I'm all sticky and sweaty," she finally sighed. “Hey, don’t worry kid, you are a good worker, you will soon get another job and I’ll give you a great reference and a bit of a pay-off”, he went on. However she spanking wasn't going to the human have it all her way. BDSM Amanda opened her jaws, and Philip cleanly thrusted his shaft down her throat. We'll just have a larger data set to work with.” And if you will excuse me now, I have to run to get back to my home before any suspicions arise.” "I never told you this," John continued, as he removed his hand from japanese Lisa's pussy, "but you and your brother were conceived during one of your mother's 'safe asian times.' I swirl my tongue around his head, tasting his sweet and salty precum and I start sucking and licking his cock like it’s an ice-cream cone and it’s a 95-degree summer day. “It does sound like fun….maybe we can catch dinner. I let her rub herself against my tongue for a minute before I sucked her clit into my mouth swirling my tongue around the tip of it. “Wow. “We, ah, it was… I’m sorry,” Stephanie managed, embarrassment burning across her cheeks. Not bad cramps, they were pure fetish sexual, they felt good. “I have an idea, how about you” she paused; now pointing to Katie. I told them that I didn’t want my butt to hurt that much very often even though the ‘distraction’ was great. Sam again looked at the male as his hands froze then slapped his face again.