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His ex-wife had been attractive but this one put her to shame. This one wouldn't object to anything that was done to her now. What a perfect lover! You plant a quick kiss on her red lips. Suddenly Clint decided he was going to take her back to his cabin. He retrieved her purse from the car and amateur then hoisted and slung Abigail's lovely corpse over his left shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Her purse was black and shiny, just like her shoes, and the strap was a thin metal chain. With King in the lead; he made his way back down to the creek and walked in anal it a ways before heading up mature the mountain toward his casting cabin. After stopping several times to rest; he came over the last little hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a deep forest surrounded by giant evergreens with a creek running nearby. Clint had rigged up a hand pump in the cabin so he didn't have to go down to the creek to have water. Clint entered the front door Euro and placed his rifle in the corner. He carried her up the stairs and through into the main room where He walked over near the bed and lay Abigail's lovely corpse on a large wooden chair. Now to clean her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water; Clint began to gently wash the blood from the side of Abigail's face, the corners of her mouth and her left nostril. Once that was done; he washed and cleaned the blood from her hair and dried her face and hair as much as possible. Those sightless eyes kept looking straight at me, like they were still full of life, asking me what happened. I sat next to her now, lifted her up and draped Abigail over my lap as though she and I were fooling around. I got her head against my shoulder as though we were necking. I put my arms around her and pulled her cold, limp body to me. My lips began to nibble on Abigail's left ear, then kiss her cheek as my right hand caressed her right breast through the sweater. I kissed her cold slightly parted lips, then gently pulled her chin down, and kissed her over and over again, one hand behind her head holding it from flopping back. I don’t know how, but it kept getting better. I stayed that way for a while, embracing poor, cold, dead Abigail. Funny thing you know, Abigail, even cold and dead, was very exciting. I felt myself becoming aroused and then very aroused by this naked stiff in my arms. Well, at that stage she wasn't actually stiff, just cold and floppy. I felt uncomfortable, but good, with an erection and the cause of it, laying against me, quite, quite dead. After a few minutes of kissing; I began to massage her breasts through her sweater and slowly pulled it up to reveal them. My hands caressed her cold dead tits and I kissed and sucked on the nipples. My dick was getting uncomfortable in my pants so I let it out and clamped Abigail's stiffening fingers around my erect rod. Time to move on to other things. Without even thinking, my other hand slipped under her white shirt, and reached around to her back to unhook the bra. My hand slid up her thigh while I kissed her everywhere. Her long brown hair hung in her face. I put her arm around my neck. Still, an opportunity like this doesn't often come along. I sat her on the edge of the couch. With King watching intently; Clint turned down the covers on the bed and then gently scooped up Abigail's corpse and carried it to the bed. The alarm went off and he sleep-walked through his morning routine. Like the instructions she was given by Sophia she picked out a nice blue and black dress, the blue sequins covered her breasts mature and fluffy feathers came from the top of her ample cleavage. She Euro looked over the rim of her cup and with a scrunched up forehead inquired of me, “Mr. Dorn, did you happen to hear some young wo-manly screams a little while ago. She managed to keep her anal position, but of course, she had to twitch a bit as well. “Mmmmm, good job casting mom. Tallesman commanded as his beautiful buxom slave danced and jumped in place under the hot spot amateur lights. My vote in the matter had apparently fallen short of the ballot box. Elise is sterile, just like any other hybrid, and it’s likely that this guy is now as well. "Maybe bring a condom next time." “Edit them all!” she moaned. Girl: I was very excited. He would have a lot of fun. After a minute Beth asked him to unfasten her bra. And a rescue of sorts would indeed come. "Thanks. He grabbed the base of the dildo and pulled. She looked around.