Zeke chose instead to use a nonabsorbent mastic filling. Pulling open Abigail's cheeks, I squirts a wad of mastic Hardcore into both hollows with a fat syringe. Switching nozzles, I then pushes a narrow ribbon pov of mastic into the upper and public lower gums to fill out the lip line. Compound oozes out of the mouth, which I scrapes off with a spatula. Filled with mortuary putty, Abigail's lovely mouth is easy to form. Zeke pushes the lips into a gentle upward curve. To ensure the lips stay closed during the embalming, I smears them with "seal cream." He'll glue them permanently shut later. He remembers the needle sticks, and over each prick voyeur squeezes a drop of Superglue. Despite the cream I applied, Zeke elects to "hypo" Abigail's sexy lips back into shape. With a small-gauge needle, I injects a mastic of "tissue builder" into four points along the outer edges of the top and bottom lips. He's careful to inject slowly, working to plump but not bloat the lips. Zeke was periodically massaging/exercising the breasts, arms and legs of Abigail's young corpse and removed her feet and legs from the stirups. The Nair I worked into the nostrils has loosened her nasal hair, which I now wipes out with a cotton ball attached to the end of a pair of forceps. Zeke retrieved and opened the bag of her burial clothes, another bag containing underwear, stockings and small jewelry case, looked over them, removed the dress, underwear and stockings and draping them over the table beside the body, then began to dress her carefully picking up the black lace French cut panties placing her lovely feet inside the leg openings, pulled over past her ankles, and slowly slid them up shapely long legs, wiggling it until they were in place covering her crotch with her light brown pubic hair showing through the lace and then double-checking the adhesive. He got out a size 34C matching black thin, sheer bra that had a lot of see-through lace covering her pert breasts and placed the shoulder straps over the hands onto her arms to drape the cups of the lace bra over her firm young breasts and then placed my arm under her and lifted her body up to tuck it in behind the back. amateur I began fitting a matching lacy black garter belt around her waist in place next, lifting her lovely rear tucking it behind. Reaching underneath the corpse, I sat Abigail up once more and looked at her bra and garter hooks and used both hands to getting the latches of the bra straps and then adjusted each ample breast in the cup. As I finished clasping the bra in place, . I clasped the garter belt behind in place and adjusted them before lowering the leggy corpse back down onto the cold slab. Her cold, autopsied corpse was like nothing more than a doll that they were manipulating to be put on display. While Zeke took out pair of black ultra sheer silk stockings with lace tops, placed over each toes, rolled them over Abigail’s feet one at a time and lifted the long luscious, curvaceous, tanned legs up in place to mid-thigh, tenderly encasing the long limbs with the light touch of sheer silk. Zeke then straightened the seams to perfection, hiked the lace band of the stockings up her upper thighs as further as possible to hooked them at the front with the depending garter straps in place and lifted the long luscious legs one at a time to clip onto the back and adjusted the straps and lined the top of each sheer stockings together neatly. The mortician gently lifted first one, and then the other of her small feet, slipped a pair of Abigail's favorite black sandaled patent high heels on each foot, knowing how ironic it was that she would never walk in them again; I fastened the straps. But if it’s not nice and tight and not locked on secure, you’re gonna have Tone and public me to deal with.” He then punched the top of the table with his huge ham-hock fist which caused a loud bang, and made several people look in our direction. I really had to pee, and didn't want to piss myself.” She said, laughing too. I can (sniffle) take it. END OF PART 7 She never explicitly approved or disapproved, but pov she would drop into my classes unexpectedly Hardcore to listen for a while. Her large bosom strains at the buttons that just barely hold her tits voyeur in. Mrs. Armstrong fluttered her tongue. I came here with Marcus to beg for a job for him. "Sure, no amateur worries" I replied "Sorry I was just having coffee upstairs" Luckily, she had a good sense of humor and laughed. As far as I was concerned, my dad was nothing less than awesome! I need to spend some time on the phone with Rob, what will it take to protect our system? Better bring a mop too, that mastiff's vomit is everywhere." NO Beth cringed at the thought of removing her blouse, but Josh's veiled threat eliminated any resistance, as she unbuttoned the blouse and dropped it on the floor. But also every other bitch within your domain. All three of us jumped into my car and we drove towards our apartment. I asked her if she wanted me to be her boyfriend and she said, "If I can be your girlfriend." He was only trying to be a responsible brother when he refused to have sex with her, but she took it as a rejection. “Get to your feet, human, and follow me.” That thought really turns me on." He put his other hand behind her head, stroked her hair and with his mouth close to her ear whispered, "Admit it, you want this. “Oh, sure,” I said, my futa-cock reaching its full girth, tenting the front of my jean skirt. Two days later she got a reply, and her fingers mindlessly picked at the hem of her robe as she read the address and time on the screen.