The boxing was cute, I had to admit. We could go with an updated brownie bite stuffed with pot. Lucinda in her true army vet way of thinking wanted to...use more of the plants. It would also cut down on our waste disposal problems. We could run the whole plant through a grinder, then boil the hell out of it. The next step would be to reduce the water to an oil. We could then use it in a baked product of some kind. It would be easier to disguise and the medical pot clients might even like it. ”Pak answered, ”I have a couple of them. It was just an excuse to see if anybody was changing in here. I sometimes hang around locker rooms and try to get as many looks at the guys as I can.”Mark laughed at Pak and joked, ”I think that we are going to be friends. I need to get a shower, obviously. Under normal circumstances, I would invite you to join me. But, I want you to spend the night thinking about this. I don’t want you to rush into something that you might regret.”“Why would I regret. I went around to the basement door and turned the knob. The door wasn't even locked. I guess Mr. Thompson wasn't too concerned about anyone breaking into a funeral home. I looked around to get oriented and went over to the door on the cooler section where I had seen him place Deborah's sheet-covered corpse. After opening the door; I tentatively pulled the drawer out and slowly lifted the sheet. In the dim light; I saw Deborah's pale face with her eyes closed. She looked like she was sleeping.. I imagined being on top of her slowly sliding my cock deep in her warm wet pussy inch by inch, deeper and deeper. Our tongues entwined as we kiss passionately, my hands pinching her nipples as I start to fuck her harder...."Dan! Dan! You're not even listening to a word I'm saying are you?" Jane shouted."Sorry I was miles away, what were you saying?" I said, perhaps we should get you out of that bikini and try and make ourselves look presentable before mum and dad come home." Jane repeated as.