Faye Hopkins jumped out of her car and ran into her great uncle's house. The pretty eighteen-year-old always liked visiting them because they played s...ch funny games with her, and they always gave her money and nice presents, too. Faye remembered that the first game she had played with her Uncle Ron was the one where he would try and guess what colour her knickers were. She would stand beside his big chairs and let him guess. After he had guessed, she would lift up her skirt and show him if he. I entered the second cubical and closed the door behind me. The stall was filthy and had a foul, musty smell. The floor was wet and the walls and door were covered in messages left by men seeking sex.I unbuckled my belt and ley my trousers and underpants fall to the floor. Sitting on the toilet holding my erect penis I read the messages and began to stroke. The dirty, stinking atmosphere of the dark toilet cubical aroused me and instantly brought me close to orgasm. I love being in a filthy and. Her pale, slightly marbled hands and feet were tied together, likely as part of the transport procedure from the local morgue, with two toe-tags dangling from her right big-toe and another from her left, the nails of which were painted a faint dark blue.“Looks like they already embalmed her for us,” the Asian man said as he grabbed her by the feet, the director taking her under the shoulders. As Saema didn’t way too terribly much, they had no trouble lifting her from the coffin and setting her. Tim who not only got up before 10, but had also showered and dressed and tidied his bedroom, – something that was normally unheard of on a weekend!!! – ran to the door to greet them. Rachel breezed in giving him a big hug and me equally warm kiss on the cheek – we said later that both of us felt she had been part of our lives forever. Today she was dressed in black cord jeans a white cotton blouse with a matching black cotton V-necked jumper, her hair was loose and she had a scrunchy on her.