Small diamond interracial studded pierced earrings completed her burial outfit. Taking a styling brush and comb; I styled her lovely dark blonde locks into place as close as possible to the photograph and stood back to admire my work. Mighty fine! She looked like she could sit up in the casket at any moment and that was always the look I strived for with my attractive female clients. I closed both lids of the casket and rolled her to her viewing room and then returned to put the supplies away. I went upstairs, shaved and showered and dressed before having a bite of lunch. Before 2 pm I came back down and opened the upper lid of Abbie's casket. Her father came a few minutes later with a digital camera in his hand. He looked his daughter's corpse over carefully and said well done but then asked if the lower lid could be opened. I complied and stepped back as he took photograph after photograph of his daughter. I left the room and went to the office and turned on my hidden camera and started the tape. I saw him caress Abbie's titties thru her dress and then slide the short dress masturbating to her waist, pat her pantied crotch and jerking rub her stocking clad thighs and snap several photos of her pantied crotch before sliding it back down into place. I could tell he wanted to fuck her so badly he could hardly stand it but he didn't go any farther. I returned to the viewing room and then saw him out. Later that evening, close friends and family gathered for the viewing of Abigail Elizabeth gay Miller's exquisitely beautiful corpse. Quite a few people commented on how beautiful she looked. Lots of tears were shed. One young man of about 18 kept standing where he had a good view of Abbie in her casket. I gathered anal he was a cousin from the family conversation. I could tell he was lusting after Abbie's dead body. I couldn't blame him. After everyone else had left, Dr. Miller was still there looking at his daughter's body. He kissed her on the lips and then left. The next day the closed casket funeral was held in the funeral home chapel. Miss Abigail Elizabeth Miller was laid to rest afterward in a crypt beside her mother in the Memorial Park mausoleum. “What? All the hybrids, as well as me and Lorraine, had gone au naturel for this event. When she came out, we made what appeared to everyone else, normal conversation. “Oh, fuck,” Guy moaned. I stumbled towards the stall, pushed the door in, spread my legs which held the door open. I couldn't see her pussy very well but I did She let out a mix of an exhale and scream, like that voice you have when you’re too excited or scared to say anything, as her body writhed, then went limp on the table she was leaning on. She cringed as her embarrassment coursed through her body. I liked it a lot but I also think it was kind gay of wrong for me to like it. I groaned, entranced by the sight. “And I love the way both of you shave your private parts. The sign read Lake House Bar & Grill. Let me masturbating guess, Haylee is my little girlfriend.” I sighed making anal her bite her lip and jerking nod her head yes. He pulled the sword from Hamden’s body, spraying some of the blood on Enoch, who blinked blankly as the old man’s blood splattered across his cheek. He turned me to face the back wall and pushed me against it. “I don’t have to turn you into anything Kim, you’re a natural.” “Yes, please.” I replied. In a few moments we were all sitting on the side of the bed with probably similar thoughts. It was a look that transformed her into a sensual goddess. Am interracial I sterile now or something?" It began to wiggle its way in, completing the trifecta of spoiled orifices. Recanting to each other all that happened during Rachael’s visit. “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” Involuntarily my breath was forced out my mouth as he bottomed out in my stomach.