Everyone sat Brunette there praying for Deborah. I sat there with Deborah's family thinking why her and why now! At about 8PM the doctor came out again. He sat us all down to lezzy tell us that Deborah had died a few minutes Lesbian before; her heart had just quit beating. Everyone began crying and sobbing and I heard the doctor ask Rev Page which Funeral Home would be handling the arrangements. He replied that Thompson's would teen be the one. The doctor then left the room. After speaking to the Page's again; I started home but I continued to think about Deborah. Gee; I would like to have made out with her and felt of all her luscious body. I would never get the chance now. My lust and passion for Deborah burned inside me. I can't exactly explain my actions after that. Something led me to drive over to Thompson's. I saw old Mr. Thompson pulling in with the hearse as I drove by. I knew Deborah's corpse was in there and perhaps I might sneak a peek at her yet. It was getting close to 9PM as I parked by car out of sight and snuck to the back of the funeral home. I caught a glimpse of Mr. Thompson placing Deborah's sheet covered corpse in the mid-right drawer of the cooler as I looked through on the small basement windows behind the shrubbery. I waited a few minutes and he went up the steps like he was leaving. Keeping undercover, I went around toward the front and watched him come out and go to his house just across the parking lot from the funeral home. Things were working out so far. I went around to the basement door and turned the knob. The door wasn't even locked. I guess Mr. Thompson wasn't too concerned about anyone breaking into a funeral home. I looked around to get oriented and went over to the door on the cooler section where I had seen him place Deborah's sheet-covered corpse. After opening the door; I tentatively pulled the drawer out and slowly lifted the sheet. In the dim light; I saw Deborah's pale face oral with her eyes closed. I was standing in my living room teen with my panties Lesbian and pajamas around my ankles. Lindsay was a little shorter than the blonde, and she had more meat on her in all the right places. Thank you so much. She reached the bottom of the stairs, her hips swaying in the tight, white capris she wore. “Yes, Christina,” she said, so submissive, so obedient. I asked her if she could take a break. “Now… Get the fuck out of my bar, I gotta lock up” he joked as I finished the last of my drink. In her spasmodic flexing of muscles while she enjoyed the orgasm that Brunette pulsed through her, she was unintentionally flexing her powerful kegel muscles, which tightened and untightened her vagina, which was currently completely sheathing Charlie's hard cock. Not as cramped as here.” He tells us. My rim twitched anticipatorily, the hunger in my vile channel oral aching, the walls within parting in readiness. After the test’s they had done recently we hoped to finally have some answers to the headaches and ill feelings Daniel had begun to feel lately. “And the novelty doesn’t wear off even after doing it all the time? I gaped at that. After it is well lubricated she rises up, impales herself and slowly slides down his cock, burying lezzy it deeply in her wetness.