As was typical, the funeral home had sent her some photos of the body (nothing indecent, of course, for legal reasons) as well as basic instructions left by her family so that she could make preparations and come with what she would need to prepare the decedent for her wake and funeral service. This was important because there were many shades of makeup, concealer, eye-liner, and more that she had available, but toting all of it around was largely unnecessary. Cora, therefore, had a small threesome hand-bag with what she had decided she would need, and she didn’t estimate that getting Saema ready would be all that much of a challenge. Since Saema’s body had already been prepared and refrigerated several times over, the main challenge Cora had with her was restoring a more life-like color to her. Thankfully, her death hadn’t been incredibly traumatic, and the main area that would need special attention was her neckline. After a brief conversation with Mr. Kim, she was left alone with Saema’s body, laying on the mortuary slab, and she quickly got to work. Several different types of makeups, concealers, and tone eveners anal were brushed on and worked into the skin of her hands and arms, which would be visible during her viewing. A coral-toned lip gloss was applied to her lips, giving them a more subtle look that didn’t scream “Dead body!” A light rouge was added to flush out her cheeks a little and a very small bit of mascara and eye-liner was done to bring a bit of color back. Her neck, of course, required several different layers of caking and evening to cover up the red marks that were telltale signs of her strangulation, but when she stepped back to look Saema over, she thought she had done a fine job. No indication was provided as to what nail color the girl should wear during her viewing and funeral service, but Cora had decided that since her hands would be visible while she was on display, she would simply go with the approximate color that she had been wearing at the time of her death. While she wasn’t exactly positive as to the exact tone Saema was wearing, she had narrowed it down between a couple dark chocolate tones and had brought them with her. Inspecting her hands a bit closer here in person, she finally settled on one called “Mignight Mocha.” She used a two-coat gay system to touch-up the nails of both of her hands so that they shimmered in the light once she had finished. Yet, though her work would normally have been considered finished, she gazed down at Saema’s toe-tagged feet. Even if they won’t be seen during the viewing, she thought to herself, I’d be leaving my work bear half-finished if I just quit now without doing a quick pedicure. Mr. Kim returned right as she was finishing up the last of Saema’s toes and nodded at her work. “Excellent as always, Ms. Jennings,” he stated with a nod of approval. “I believe her family will be pleased.” “Thanks. She was a pretty girl,” she replied, already having turned back to a nearby counter and started to put her supplies back in their bag. “Mr. Davenforth should have your money transferred over by Tuesday.” “No worries. Like I said before, I know I’m doing good stuff here, that’s all.” Mr. Kim nodded at her. She zipped up her bag. “Anyway, gotta run. I’m supposed to cum meet a friend here in…” she pressed the home key on her phone, “Oh, shit. Yeah, like ten minutes ago!” Luckily for cum me, my dad didn't care, and my mother was too busy trying to stay on his good side to punish me. They just let me do whatever. To: GraceeeDee Never had anyone seen my breasts. Maybe we can sneak off alone sometime this week, and I can tell you.” My cum fired fast anal and hard into her cunt. I start slowly pushing in threesome and out not my whole cock but half as she leans her head back and makes little noises. She spent a gay lot of time on my ass, teasing my anus with her fingers. bear In one push he was balls deep and started to pull out. He watched them rise and fall with each breath. She had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a sharp but cute nose. “We are an item now, Michael, so let them talk. “Where is Daddy now?” Ronda asks. He told me through his sleepy eyes. We are respected and regarded till this day as such and it sometimes makes me sick. I excused myself to refill my coffee, and duck outside for a cigarette before the speaking was to begin. Chris moaned as he slowly pushed his shaft into his mom's filthy hole. But now she wanted it more than anything.