Her soles tight around his member, he begins to thrust himself in and out, in and out, the cool, gently-wrinkled flesh of her feet stimulating him and greatly exciting him. Her curled toes bend slightly as he thrusts more vigorously, and as her feet move rhythmically to accommodate his arousal, her toe-tag flaps audibly against the top of her left foot. Suddenly, James stopped. He looked down at the full-figured corpse in repose in the coffin, her eyes closed in blissful ignorance of what he had been doing with her. Her hands remained silently folded over her breasts. He wondered if she would have enjoyed this had she still been alive. James put his excitement back in his pants and, not bothering to zip, he left the hispanic woman in her undignified position and walked out into the main hallway, heading down towards the embalming and preparation small room. Immediately upon entering the preparation room, James’s nostrils were struck with the aroma of death, however, upon flicking on the light, he didn’t see any bodies left laying out. Must be one of the stiffs in the freezer, he thought to himself, walking across the room and undoing the latch on the stainless steel door. The walk-in was cold and dimly-lit, the lights being obscured a bit by the haze of the coolant being pumped consistently into the room through ducts in the ceiling and down near the floor. Several bodies were being stored here because, despite being in a small town, the funeral home got more business than one might think. Often, bodies that were unclaimed or needed to be stored for longer periods of time would end up here since the director had agreed to take some of the burden of long-term storage away with from the city and county morgues. Parked along the wall directly to his left was the stiff corpse of an emaciated elderly woman, her pale feet contorted and hanging out into the cold room. Behind her was a black body bag lying on a stretcher, nothing identifiable exposed to the room except for hospital and receiving tags tied around one of the bag’s handles. That body was obviously being stored here for a while. James’s eyes drifted directly ahead, where the body of a well-endowed African American man lay under a clear plastic tarp on a stretcher, flanked on both sides by corpses he could only assume to be feminine. On the left a pair of pale, toe-tagged feet stuck out from under a clear cover, the feet belonging to what appeared to be a young woman wearing pajamas. Her long, dark hair was cascading off of the stretcher and hanging down a bit towards the tiled floor. On the dead guy’s right another woman lay, her body covered with a black plastic tarp of sorts. The night attendant walked over to that second gurney and looked only closely at what he could see of the body laying beneath the plastic cover. The corpse was obviously female, simply based on what he could see of her curves, and her feet had well-defined arches and a softer look. Peeking around at the tips of her toes, he saw that she had blue nail polish on. Yet, her flesh had a very pale, almost marbled look to it, and he could quickly tell that this was where the pungent scent from the other room had come from. He coughed for a moment to regain his composure and then took a couple steps forward to check one of her toe-tags. Dead for eight days, boobs he thought to himself. It looked like she had been found a few days after her death, though thankfully she had spent time in the morgue in refrigeration or otherwise she’d be even worse off than this. He began to tug at the plastic tarp, dragging it down and slowly revealing her face in the pale light of the refrigeration room. Her features were soft and feminine, her face a bit plump . Her once-bright green eyes had hazed over and were barely a faded pea soup color now, her greyish lips parted as if in shock of her days-old death. Long, dry wisps of black hair rested on her face and draped somewhat off to the side. James kept pulling on the black cover until it went past her large breasts and bloated stomach, finally letting it bunch up and fall down onto the tiled floor, leaving her thick, hairy sex exposed to the japanese room. In fact, it was a good idea, so Andrew lifted Jane with one hand, holding between her legs to lift and position her, starting to move her down his cock. Mrs. Albert's with licked again. As I talked to her I unfastened the dress and small let it fall to the floor. He picked up the orgasmic Elise carried her to a near by Y shaped beam, laid her on her back legs spread resting on the beam. We let them enjoy their passion and visited the next room while our cocks were drooling with their lubricating fluids. “Yeah!” they all cheered. He’ll check the record halls, find out your suspicious birth date, then check the census books, track your lineage, and put two-and-two together. Juices gushed out of my cunt as my cum erupted. boobs When you phoned me?’ I was glad too, that it was staying up. “Breakfast?” Ashley asked. He doesn't include himself in the first group I notice. Becky loved it! It would kill her. "I am going to take a nap" Amber said, "okay, I'll be in the den watching TV". Vikas: “There must be something before that didn’t she tell you?” "Because you're a dumb slut that needs to be raped," only said Laura numbly. Arthur paused for a second japanese and looked back up to Sir Javid, grinning playfully. Attack the other one!” I hadn't enjoyed this pleasure in so long, filled by two dicks. How fucking typical. But many are the names I have. Ponni sensed her sister was ready now. She didn’t know how long it continued, she simply closed her eyes and tried to block it out. The now naked passionate girl smiled and gently pushed her breasts together the best she could. I ended up walking out to the pool sporting a chubby in my shorts. So I listened to her ideas and decided she was right.