Keeping undercover, he went around toward the front and watched him come out and go to his house just across the parking lot from the funeral home. What he did next somewhat shocked me; he unzipped my jeans and got my bulging cock out of my pants, and started masturbating as he thought of Abigail. he remembered dropping a handout in front of Abigail the week before in English Class, and catching a glimpse up her skirt at her pantyhosed legs and crotch under the desk; he wondered if she had started the assigned essay due this week but now would never complete it and soon he was wanking with ferocity, “oh, Abigail you’re so beautiful dead, he want your dead pussy” he was whispering under my breath, hardly aware he was doing it. Then he pictured Abigail back in late March when he was walking behind her to the cafeteria and a sudden gust of wind lifted and blossomed her yellow dress to above her waist so he saw all of her pantyhosed clad legs and ass. “oh, Abigail oh, baby, you've got such a beautiful dead ass, so DEAD! I want your dead cunt and ass baby” anal sex he was saying and the final thought, he wonder if your boyfriend screwed your pussy last weekend and you had his cum in you and the final louder “DEAD Soooooo DEAD!!!!” brought a jet of hot thick cream out spurting from my erect penis as he continued to milk myself dry. he then went to the bathroom and cleaned my cock, somewhat ashamed he had gotten so excited about the twins being dead. I got ready and went on to school. Over that day, I found myself pre-occupied with thoughts of Abigail's viewing and funeral, which were announced that morning and I knew I wanted to attend. But I had a nagging, irrational fear that maybe her corpse wouldn't be displayed for a public viewing, and I didn’t understand why. The first seeds of my heinous act were already germinating in my mind. I wanted dead Abigail, to see her nude and fuck her. Abigail’s body was to have a viewing and receiving of friends of Abigail Miller followed by church service the next day followed by a private burial at the family crypt. That night I knew that she was in the local funeral home. She was scheduled to have an open casket viewing On Sunday Evening in the Rose Room from just before six until well after nine for the and fortunately I had been to this parlor before. The evening of the viewing arrived David found his funeral suit and quickly dressed . He figured he could go to the funeral home and see the girl. He hadn’t really been to many funerals in his life (two that he could think of, though he was very young in both cases as one was his great-grandmother and the other was an uncle who died when he was 5 in a car wreck). Later that evening, Abigail drove to the funeral home chapel near the end of the tugjob visitation time listed in Abigail's obituary. Abigail’s funeral wasn’t scheduled until 1:00 the next afternoon, hard fuck but the boyfriend got to the funeral home at around 11:00 AM. The young man was led by the attendant who had met him at the front desk back to the small chapel where her service would be held two hours later and then quietly walked off, pulling the doors until they were mostly shut. The reception hall was a large room, brightly lit and walled in white marble. The walls hung with antique tapestries. Several large chairs upholstered in burgundy velvet were positioned school girl around the perimeter of the room. The floor, like the walls, was of pure white marble. It was covered with one, vast, oriental rug. From the room, hallways led off in several directions. Their entries were covered with blow job burgundy velvet curtains. He led the way down one of the hallways, passing rooms on both sides. On July 15, at the Peabody Hotel, in the main lobby, a block from Beale Street. A bit clumsily, but sweetly. “My chest hurts.”
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