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Zeke unlocked the door with the key. The placard outside read “Abigail Elizabeth Miller”. David walked slowly, not trying to glasses show his excitement, to the casket at the back of the room. His guide led him to the double doors, then stopped and entered the room. Zeke told him to stay as long as he liked and he would be in his office down at the other end of the hall if David needed anything. As Zeke left; David looked around and he was the only one in the room. David took of his coat and draped in over a chair reached out into the casket and had the burning desire to touch her. I stood there for the longest time, drinking in her beauty. After the initial amazement passed, he stepped closer and gently folded down the veil, covering the face in the casket with a mist of silk illusion. As he stood staring down, transfixed by the scene before him, the initial feeling of shock slowly gave way to a deep longing for the Big Boobs perfect peace that was displayed before her. Such a lovely body lying in eternal repose. He initially was almost overcome with grief as she Shaved Pussy didn't hear my voice. Dead people usually want the same, to be left alone. David reached up to the casket and looked at over Abigail. She certainly didn't look dead; only sleeping and would awaken at any moment. Obviously that wasn't going to happen. Her elegant features, now relaxed, fall into a dark and ghastly repose, a look of aloofness, indifference, a horrifying calm; he viewed the corpse of his in the ivory gown of fluid silk that accentuated the gracefull curves of her youthful body. He composed himself slowly rise and approach the casket and began to peer lovingly down at Abigail. I reach a trembling hand down and caressed the smooth, exquisitely soft Abigail's slim dead hands and arms in his own that were crossed lying on her abdomen, running his fingers up Abigail’s arms to the heartstopping place where the over the soft, yielding biceps. He fondled the cold gloved hands and arms for a few moments.. David then stroked her long blonde Solo hair and touched her face. It was cold, as cold as the room, which was pretty cold. I shook her anyway, and although she moved with my pushes, she didn't wake up, but then I didn't really think that she would. He, stroking her face and hair. This he did for over an hour, transfixed by her delicate beauty, stroking her thin neck, “It feels bad to leave you alone, but you've been in that horrible vault for so long, another hour or two alone wont be all that bad. It's surely better up here than down there.” he said to her Then a strange thought popped into my head. Brunette I had this crazy urge to kiss her goodbye. As the idea formed in my mind it was turned into action, yes I was going to kiss a dead girl. She might have rejected me in life, but now she would have to accept my love, there was nothing she could do about it now -- was there? He kissed her goodbye on the forehead, and the hair on his neck stood on end once again as his lips made contact with her skin. Abigail, he felt, was happy to have been 'rescued' from her dark cold resting place. I felt this huge lose, the world had lost a bit of beauty that it would never be able to get back. I touched her lips with my fingers, rubbing them back and forth from corner to corner, wishing that they had kissed me when they were alive. "God, Curley. “Nice trunks!” The surprise to Carol was such, that when she entered the bathroom she neglected to close the door fully. I let him stand there for a few seconds then asked him if they were for Emily. I walked down the length of the room and then back again. Every thrust into her brought me closer and closer to my explosion. Their trances Shaved Pussy seemed very deep, which made him Brunette happy. “What if I could give you the chance to be a Solo woman?” “For a little slut you are pretty reluctant…” They agreed the guys left, it was 4 pm Big Boobs Barbara left as glasses Bill would already be home and Carol’s kids were due home any minute.