So should we get to work on Mrs. Laseter over there?” the assistant said, crooking his neck. “Not yet. The husband is out of the country and won’t be able to return Scandal for some time, so there’s no rush yet. But, we do need to get Mr. Simmons ready for his wake since that’s at four o’clock,” he said calmly. Mr. Kim got a rolling storage tray out from a small alcove next to the walk-in refrigeration area and wheeled it over to the slab on which Saema’s tagged corpse lay. The two men picked her up and quickly dropped her on the tray and Kim got out a india plastic tarp to drape over her corpse, leaving her toe-tagged feet exposed. As the funeral director walked out to make a quick phone call, Kim replaced the toe tag the previous funeral home and put on with one from their own establishment and then he wheeled Saema’s body into the fridge and parked it next to that of a naked, heavy-set middle-aged African American male who had died of a massive stroke. His long penis was curved and pressed against the plastic cover that was his only bit of modesty, his brown eyes staring glassy and blank at the cold ceiling above. By the time the funeral director had returned to the main preparation room, Kim had already wheeled out the body of Edgar Simmons, an 86-year-old black man who had died of natural causes two days prior. No autopsy had been performed as it was evident that he had died of a heart attack in his sleep, so the funeral home had picked him up after local EMS responders had documented what happened at his home. His wife had gone by the funeral home the desi day before to drop off a new suit, shirt, and some dress shoes that he would be buried in, and given that they had already performed his embalming later that same day, their main task here was to get him dressed, apply some make-up, and get him laid out in the casket the family had ***********ed. Dressing Simmons’s body took around an hour as the pair was very careful and respectful throughout the entire procedure. Since he was to be buried in dress shoes, the had removed his toe tags and tied them on his arms, a bit past the wrist, where they would not be visible given the length of the sleeves of his dress shirt and coat, but would be there for identification purposes later if needed. Light make-up was applied to his hands, face, and what bit of his neck was visible in order to give him a more life-like appearance, and once they were done, they carefully got him back on a tray so that they could wheel him into the casketing area and get him laid out for his viewing that afternoon. My mind was racing, why was she in our bed, spooning with me and why was my cock between my daughters ass cheeks? I had to move as if she wakes up and I'm like this it won't be good. I'm naked, cupping my daughters tit and my cock is between her ass cheeks, oh god though it feels good. I'm getting Mms so turned on that my cock starts to twitch. I involuntarily squeeze Keira's tit and a small moan escapes her lips. I need to move myself away here. With Gwen an arms distance from me and I'm still groping my daughter this is a bad situation to be in. That's it I decided I'm going to move. I slowly move my arm from my daughter, pull my hips back a little and I can breath again. As I slid off the bed Gwen opened her eyes, smiled and asked where I was going. "Come back to bed baby, I'm still horny from last night and need more of what you were giving me last night... "Oh fuck, when did Keira come in?" "No Bhabhi idea but guessing not too long ago, but I really need to pee, go back to sleep huni and I'll wake you for breakfast okay!" "Ok baby" and with that Gwen turned over and went back to sleep. I nipped off to the shower as I needed to get rid of this erection. As I stepped into the bathroom the hamper was open and at the top was my daughters underwear that she had worn to school that day, I know it was as this was plain white briefs and plain white bra ( the schools policy ) but my brain wasn't thinking straight so i picked up the underwear indian and sniffed the crotch. Instantly my cock was once again at full mast, I instantly dropped my hand to my dick and started stroking the full length. “I have to pay attention to things,” I said. She set the butt-plug on desi the desk next to her neglected raspberry cream cheese bagel and then turned to walk across the room. I loved it. She gathered it all together and pulled it up into a ponytail, slipping the tight elastic hair band from yesterday back around it. “So you’re going to prostitute yourselves?” Ryan asked. Mom had been really understanding when we had talked about it, and we had already tried it once on the bed, but that had not worked out. “Your dad, is so so hot oh my fucking god. Trying to respect their traditions I stood and bowed my head. Eventually, Nicole lifted up her head. It was never more obvious than right now that she has some real nasty demons haunting her. Shelena purred, “Oh, I will.” It tasted like I always dreamed it would be. The Lady Gaga concert T shirt she was wearing was pulled over her india head to reveal a shiny silver bra holding indian Mickey's small Mms breasts in place. There were several emails from Bhabhi managers who I had noted that their restaurant's performance had slipped greatly and wanted to know their action plan for correcting things. Well, as we walked in, Kenny and his buddies, Sam, mark and David, we're sitting there watching a porno movie. You begin to cry, you find yourself unable to handle your conflicting feelings. I advised her to think on this a while, but Scandal that there is a way out for her. “Does you have to leaves, mommy?” Charlie mumbles with a frown and plays with the new bangle on her wrist. It was 3 weeks before I was back at Brenda's house.