Her father came a few minutes later with a digital camera in his hand. As I approached the casket; I could see Abigail's body lying in repose. Her hands lay crossed on her abdomen. Abigail had been very good to him and was a great daughter; in some ways, I didn’t feel like I deserved her. Now, though, she had been taken away from him and it was hard for him not to wonder what could have been. Abigail’s father broke down in tears as she saw his daughter, then composed herself, and stood a long time, just took a long look at his daughter's corpse over carefully. “You have done a wonderful job” she said to Zeke “he am heartbroken to loose my daughter, but it is a great consolation to see her as a lovely bride. he don’t understand the torment that led to this, but she looks so peaceful and composed now. Thank you for your kindness” He then asked if the lower lid could be opened. he complied and stepped back as I took photograph after photograph of his daughter's long stockinged legs. he left the room and went to the office and turned on my hidden camera and started the tape. he saw his hands shuddered with pleasure as I began to caress Abbie's medium sized breasts thru her dress and moved the hands to the side and lifted her head and shoulders unzipping the back of her dress and slid it down to her waist; taking time to squeezed massage and fondle the breast through her bra and snap several photos of her chest. He was growing stiff himself. Eyes still closed I reached for her with his other hand. Down past where I hands lay interlocked I slid his palm along the curve of her belly He ran his hand up the hem of her dress and felt the silkiness of her thighs. His fingers danced up the length of her inner leg until I felt the tickle of the hair that covered her crotch. Her dress now hiked up to her waist exposing all of her long beautiful legs and most of her desirable crotch , then began to rub each stocking clad leg from the ankle to the thigh and rubbed and pat her pantied crotch. Then, you pull the shimmering blue dress down from her well-toned body and pile the garment on the floor and Gary took another round more of Abigail’s young corpse. Taking a spray bottle of Abigail's favorite perfume; I sprayed some lightly on her arms, legs, abdomen and neck. Gosh; did she smell good enough to eat and felt her stocking foot. Slowly, looking at my dead body longingly in her bra/panty set, He slid the shoulder straps of her lace bra easily from the shoulders to expose her wonderful, firm breast and I quickly snapped a few more pictures of Abigail's young corpse. Gary took more pictures, lifted her head and upper body unsnapped her bra. As he meditated and took pictures, his erection grew and unsnapped her garters and pulled down her panties. He had unbuckled his trousers and let them drop freeing his rampaging cock ,he took his hard cock out of his pants and began to masturbate while looking at those legs. I could tell he wanted to fuck her so bad he could hardly stand it any longer and climbed up into the casket with her and mounted her corpse. He dropped to his knees between her legs and thrust his rod deep into her pussy. He alternated fondling her succulent breasts and caressed the nylon stocking clad thighs as he continued to fuck her. As you get close to orgasm. It didn't take many strokes before it he let his load of seed gush shooting across the floor beside the corpse. He was all teary eyed and were about to break down but now slowly sat up and I'm not exactly sure what happened next. He indian screamed at the top of his lungs and he fell sideways off the casket. I heard a thud and a crack and then a gurgling sound as he hit the concrete floor; then an eerie silence. The first thing he saw was his left feet and ankle upside down caught between the two rail sections on the side of the table. To my horror; his eyes were staring blankly into space. A tinge of blood was pooled at the right side of his open mouth. He was laying partially on his right side with her legs spread widely apart. I crawled closer and touched his outstretched right hand and felt for a pulse in his wrist. No luck; he was a goner. I took a roll of toilet paper and soaked up the urine and cum on the floor and flushed it down the toilet. Mom reminded me that she had furniture coming to the house today and she was going to stay around. Just keep up.” “Then…” I seethed, clenching and unclenching my fists, “then, I figure it out.” I looked at indian the ceiling, and saw my reflection in the body-length mirror that was secured to the rafters. Alli then did the same, letting me taste her sweet nectar. Her flesh embraced me with her silky heat. It did her some good to come out of her shell for a bit. They're the worst kind. Assassin group - Jaguar clan I gasped, witnessing juices gushing out of Mrs. Minx's pussy. My head leaning back, I closed my eyes as her tongue played with my dick some more.