“Stop calling me baby! My name is Gary, and I’d like to leave now.”I grinned. “Your name can’t be Gary, baby. That’s a man’s name, and y...u are definitely not a man. You’re more of a little girl, just a woman, waiting to happen. I think I’ll call you Carrie. Yes, that sounds right, you look like a Carrie.”She started to protest and I shushed her. “Admit it. Could a nice bottom like this belong to a Gary? I don’t think so.”I had gently caressed her bottom. She flinched, but surprisingly didn’t. She told me stories about fucking guys at the club, about how my mom and her and the other two sisters would go out and pickup guys and have orgies. She said she loved sucking cum out of her sisters pussies. Aunt May said that if I ever want some pussy I could get some of hers. I would come home and could not wait to go in my room and jack off. Aunt May told me everything, finally, one night I could not take it anymore. Aunt May's hot stories had me so horny that I would ot be able to wait to. I let go of Karen and turned my attention to Lisa. She put her arms around my neck and pressed her breasts against my lower chest, her belly mashing my cock against my abs. We kissed deeply for a moment before I heard Karen move. I broke the kiss, turned to Karen, and leaned into her ear. "I am going to kiss you now," I whispered. And I did, and… Wow. We could have powered a small city with that kiss. At first it was tentative, then it grew in strength and intensity. Our tongues battled and she. Her tactic with the clerk worked and in less than two minutes was taken to meet with the head of the morgue, an elderly man, polite and very professional. Despite his willingness to cooperate, Clara discovered nothing that could further her mission, yet relieved to know that her sister was not among the frozen bodies kept there. On the other hand, the head of the morgue suggested that she visit the local hospital where they might have a registry of a Brazilian patient. He offered to call the.