Positioning the "corpse" with her lovely legs spread; your hands caress her neatly manicured bush before your finger starts to caress her clitoris. You feel the hot wetness of her womanhood as your tongue enters her pussy and you taste her delicious juices. You now insert your finger slowly but deeply and pump it in and out a few times before deciding she's ready. You mount your "dead" wife and pump her asian slowly but passionately as your fingers caress her "Thunder Tits" and luscious thighs. She is as lovely as the day you married her. You look at her closed eyes and the red scarf as you softly kiss her lips and each side of her neck. As usual Michelle is having trouble remaining "dead" at this point. Her body is betraying her. You grind your blowjob hard dick against her clitoris as Michelle's beautiful brown eyes suddenly open and you feel amateur her "dead" pussy quiver from the onset of a powerful orgasm. At that moment; your excited organ shoots her full of your hot gooey seed. Michelle grabs you, moans softly and holds you tight as her well-lubed pussy continues to pulsate as if to squeeze the last drop of japanese cum from you. You withdraw from her and lay beside her with your bodies entwined as you kiss and then drift off to sleep. You awake late the next morning and spend the rest of the day in bed pleasing each other. What a weekend! But now your thoughts are jolted back to reality. This is no pretend. Your lovely wife is really dead. It's somewhat ironic that she loved to play dead. You wonder if she suffered; you hope she didn't. You think about how your two young children will cope with the loss of their wonderful mom. You wish you could hold her right now but you know that's not possible. You think about the funeral arrangements and then finally drift off to sleep for a few hours. Part III: Funeral Home Picture This! You're the owner and operator of Woodlawn Funeral Service. You just checked the answering machine as you walked in the door this morning and listened to a message from local hospital morgue that the family of Michelle Marsten has requested Hardcore your services to handle her funeral arrrangements. You get the hearse ready and head toward the hospital. As you drive along you think about Michelle. I continued to asian work my way down to her warm moist pussy. She sucked on her right breast, then her left. It was strange to me but kids today are much more open about things than we were at their age. Thought Amy. So, since there seemed to be an excellent chance that I was almost certainly going to have a chance to get DPed plenty by the members of the fuck club that my friends and their relatives belonged to and were preparing to introduce me to, I determined to practice deferral of satisfaction. The man was wearing a balaclava Hardcore So I want you to scoop up a bunch of Vaseline from this jar (that amateur magically appeared) and get your hands all slippery. I raised my head, forsaking her breasts so that I japanese could get better leverage and a better view. She then put her finger to her nose and smelled it. "Ooooooh, wow! I couldn't fight her. I loved watching her, I love hearing her talk. I looked through the automatic doors to see a valet get in the limo and pull it out of the portiere. His thrusts began to accelerate. I'm pretty sure that my wife also recognized that. I even tried to kiss her as I fucked her, wanting her to relax, but ultimately I needed to cum, and I blowjob was close. At first, she yelped with each strike, but then the yelps became lower pitched and slowly morphed into loud, long moans. And thank you so much for the wine.