She'd always wondered what it would feel like when a boy touched her leg. It was kind of like when she snuck a kiss from Johnny Reese. It was a funny, warm feeling. The next little while seemed like a blur to her. They wrapped her up in the plastic sheet and put her in the back of the ambulance. They didn't turn on the siren, or drive real fast, but they did heard directly for the hospital. She knew the rout well. It was late when they got there. The hospital corridors were pretty empty as they rolled her body, covered in a white sheet now down to the morgue. She cringed a little bit when they took off her shoes and tossed them into a little brown bag. They were Momma's shoes, and real expensive too. Then they took out a pair of scissors and cut her pantyhose at her right ankle. It tickled a little bit as they tied a little tag to her big toe. She giggled a little bit. Being dead was way more fun than being sick. The boys rolled the gurney she was on into the cooler and turned off the light. When she woke up it was some time later and the light was real bright. She wasn't in the hospital anymore she didn't think. Mr. Ferguson was the funeral director of the local funeral home, and asian he and his son were moving around some equipment in Hardcore a small room that looked more like a clean garage than the morgue where she'd been last night. Her heart began to race as Mr. Ferguson reached for the buttons on her blouse. This wasn't good. Mr. Ferguson would see her titties. She looked for a way to escape, but found she couldn't seem to get more than five or ten feet from her body. By this time the older man had unbuttoned her white blouse, and pulled it apart, showing her bra below. He sat her up, and Brunette slowly stripped off the cotton blouse, and deftly pulled off her bra. Her titties jiggled a little bit as he laid her back down again. She started crying as he reached for her skirt. Mr. Ferguson rolled her over on her side to unzip the dress from the back, and through her tears she saw a brown stain right below her bum, one that matched the yellow one on the front. Oh she had messed her pretty dress real bad! He unzipped her skirt, and let her lay back on her back, setting her titties to jiggling again. Then gently lifting up her legs, he pulled off her stained skirt, and set it aside. With his son Tom's help he then slid his fingers under both her pantyhose and her stained panties and with one swift pull slid both down her white legs. She was naked as a jaybird now, and both men could see her cunny japanese and titties. She sniffled a little bit-embarrassed. Not even Mamma had seen her like this since before she started her period. The two men seemed to ignore her nakedness though while they busied themselves with their equipment. “Actually . . . I laid an japanese unfolded paper towel over the drain and saw that there was air pushing the paper towel up off the drain. Hardcore Call me when you get hungry and I will bring you some breakfast. And I got a call from her mother. Brunette She was a hot woman. Jace parked in the alley behind Lisa’s work. If she wanted to be more of a “real” girl then she had to get fucked by a real man! Any consequence of their perverse mating was all on her! “Getting there. The springs on the gurney absorbed most of the shock, of the end hitting against her inner womb. Dee was caught up in the moment and didn’t object when he pushed her asian onto the floor and on her back. She also ignored Carly’s question as to why she went in there. Just say the word. But she very deliberately thrust her thigh between my legs and rubbed my cock with it. I just knew by the look on her face that she was wanting to be sitting on that dildo. "Huh, ho, ugn." “So I just wanted to say thank you.” “No, of course not, this is a dream come true for me. It’s more than I ever could’ve hoped for,” I blurted out. Hank shoved his cock down her throat. “You got that right,” Jonathan grinned.