Finally, after a lot of foreplay and some quick, vigorous penetration, his body stiffened up and he experienced a powerful climax, his member ejaculating deep within the dead woman’s bowels. Finally, his cock began to slowly relax and withdraw itself, and when the feelings changed to more of a ticklish sensation, he knew that the moment had passed. He sighed and pulled himself out, breathing heavily and taking a moment to reflect on what he had just done. Little did he know that a few minutes later he would find himself violently ill, perhaps as a result of having licked a corpse’s pungent asshole. The next morning, the funeral director arrived at the funeral home only to find that the casket of one of his clients was fully opened, her stiff toe-tagged feet propped up on the edge of the vessel. Given the position of the body, it was evident that something improper had happened. And, given that James had been the only one on site the night before, it was obvious that he at least had something to do with it. Naturally, he was immediately fired over the phone and told that he should expect charges to possibly be lodged against him. The truth, however, was that the funeral director didn’t want to bring shame onto his establishment, so he likely would simply let the matter go so long as James never spoke of it again and stayed far, far away from this place of business. A quick examination of the other bodies did not immediately show signs of foul play. James at least was careful to put the middle-aged indian woman’s body as carefully as he could back into its original position, and having wiped her down after recovering from his bout of illness, he was at least moderately sure that whatever evidence was left of his adventures would be flushed down the drain when they cleaned her insides out during the embalming process, so most likely he would be in the clear in that regard. With Saema’s wake scheduled for 6:00 PM that evening, the director and Mr. Kim would be focusing most of the day’s attention on getting her and everything else involved ready for her viewing. By the time he had finally settled things with his now-former employee over the phone and had made his way into the main preparation room, Kim had already brought Saema’s body out of the refrigeration room, uncovered her, and slid her onto one of the slabs. There she rested on the slab in her P.J.’s, her feet bare and toe-tagged, until they were ready for her. About an hour after the place had opened, her mother had come by and dropped off a nice blouse, a skirt, and some shoes for her to be buried in, though she was told that the shoes might not be necessary depending on the final decision that would be made regarding whether the lower half of the casket would remain open or not. She flashing had said that she’d leave the matter up to them and had left, still stricken with grief over the whole asian ordeal. The pair sat the dead girl up and unbuttoned the top of her pajamas, pulling her arms out of the shirt and then pulling it away behind her. In case the family might later want it, the put it in a box along with a few other personal effects that wouldn’t need to be buried with her. Raising her hips, they slid the soft pants down past her thighs, over her knees, and down over her toe-tagged feet, putting them away in the same box. Now, she lay naked and exposed in the cool, tiled room. The large scar and stitch-work from her autopsy was now clearly visible, and while sometimes they would use makeup to cover something like this up, her chosen style of dress made this effectively unnecessary. Saema was sat up once more and the director got out a simple black bra that was the perfect size for her pert breasts and began fitting it in place and getting it clasped. Her cold, autopsied corpse was like nothing more than a doll that they were manipulating to be put on display, and as he finished clasping the bra in place, Kim began working an adult diaper past her tagged feet, ankles, and slowly up her legs, wiggling it into place and then double-checking the adhesive. This was followed in due course by a simple white pair of panties. “While we’ve got her sat up like this, let’s get her top on,” the funeral director said dryly. The blouse her mother had chosen for her was simple, but elegant - a black, silky fabric with dark-red rose vine-like floral pattern to it. While Kim carefully lifted her arms up over her head, the other man began working the top in place, past her arms and long brown hair, and then letting it fall around her pale figure. The medium-length red skirt the mother had chosen would fit perfectly with this, and after lowering her back down onto the cold slab, they were soon to find out. Kiss a looooong time, you get me? And touching her is good but be slow about it, let it build up in her until her breathing has changed and her pussy is dripping. She opened the bottle and took a sniff, it was some kind of sublime sweet smell, nothing like anything Ronja had smelled before. I can't believe I was being raped by my junior brother, he was deep in me fucking me hard and spanking the hell out of me and choking asian me at intervals. Sure, I may have been a bit tired when I started my shift, but it's amazing what an energy drink and sexual desire will do. He indian thrust harder, driving that dick so deep into me. “You're finally my good girl, Delilah.” He leered evilly at me, knowing what he had just done, and what he had just told me. I felt depraved… but yet contented, having gotten the medicine that I needed. There was a smiling couple on the screen. I told her I wasn’t worried to flashing much about it on my end but of course it was more for her own worth and self esteem. I have been gifted with a naturally athletic physique, thanks to having been an avid soccer player since I was small. “ Your cum tastes lovely”.