You transfer her to the cooler until tomorrow morning when her brings her things. You lock up and go home for the night. The next morning you awaken thinking about Michelle. You arrive at the funeral home around 7Am and immediately take Michelle's embalmed corpse out of the cooler and uncover it. You're horny for her but all her orifices are closed and sealed. Not to be denied; you remove your pants and shorts and crawl up on the tablewith her and straddle her cool lean abdomen and position your erect prick between the sexy tits and grasp her tits and squeeze them against your rod. You pump your long, public hard rod between her delicious mammaries. You feel the cold dead flesh tightly against your hot rod. Ooh, it feels so good! Your orgasm comes quickly and you shoot globs of sticky cum all over the corpse's lovely chest. Mighty fine! You crawl down from the table, replace your pants and then get a warm cloth and wash your cum from Michelle's chest, dry her and cover her with a sheet. masturbation You've several things to do before her husband arrives at 9 AM with her clothes . At a few minutes before 9 Brad Marsten arrives with Michelle's funeral garments and you let him in and lead him to the prep room. You uncover his lovely wife's embalmed corpse and ask him if he needs any further help from you at this time. You tell him you will be in your office when he has finshed dressing her and leave the room. You enter you office; reality turn on the monitor showing the prep room and start the tape. You watch as Brad lovingly holds Michelle's hand, gives her a short but passionate kiss on the lips and says "I Love you Michelle, I wish there was someway I could keep you." You watch Brad then pick up a pair of red lacy french cut panties, slide them on over her sexy feet and then up her long legs. You see him stop and stare at Michelle's plugged vagina, You observe him reach down and lightly kiss her brown bush before sliding the panties up over his wife's shapely hips and into place. You now view him kiss the nipple of each luscious breast before placing a red lacy stapless bra in place blowjob over each mouth watering tit and lifting Michelle to strap it in place. Your cock is getting mighty uncomfortable in your pants as you watch him roll a pair of long, sheer barely there thigh hi stockings with lace tops up his dead wife's long, curvaceous, tanned legs. You see him now sit lovely Michelle up and watch as he hugs her tightly for a few moments before placing the opening of a red v-neck sweater over her blonde head and arms and pulling it down into place before slowly lowering her back prone on the table. From your vantage point; you lustfully watch him slide the black minishirt over her feet and legs and maneuver it over the shapely thighs before snapping/zipping it. You watch Brad lovingly kiss the stocking clad feet before placing a pair of red heels on her feet. You see Brad lift Michelle's head and arrange her shoulder-length hair to place a pendant necklace around the lovely neck and then attach a matching pair of earrings to her earlobes. This has gotten you so excited you're wiggling in your chair as you see him close the garment bags and start out the door. You quickly turn off the vcr and monitor, close the cabinet door and unlock the office door just before Brad knocks to indicate he's finshed. You both return to the prep room and you compliment Brad on his choice of funeral attire for his wife. You take the Glamour photo of Michelle and start the application of makeup, blush, eyeshadow and eyeliner to make her look like the photo. Your vagina will be stuffed with a gauze and glued together to prevent any bodily fluids leaking masturbation out of you. I try to look into her eyes, but she won’t look at me. It’s just a hobby for you, a habit you developed while growing up in a life of luxury. Suddenly, hot fluid splattered on my ass. My ass. No other males? Did Andrea know about what mother reality and I had done? “How come none of us have gotten married!” I demanded, “What the fuck is public wrong with you all?!” “Katie, you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone about this, about blonde what we did or talk about. You seem to be not interested in me”, I asked. blowjob School was boring, the kids at school were all stupid, my little brother was boring and stupid. She looked up again and read her name tag. My face was no fire. “Face forward” he hissed. I can't help but grin as these two keep flattering me.