To me, Alan Blanchard didn’t look like he did when he was alive, but more like a wax statue. I’d never seen someone in this state before, so I had...no idea what an embalmed body looked like until I saw Kara’s dad. We stood by the side of the coffin for a few minutes, then went back to sit down. As the guests filed by the coffin, they stopped to offer condolences to Kara and her mom, and then paid their respects to Kara’s dad.Over the course of the next three hours, it seemed that most of Kara’s. I was able to experience my suffering and humilation but I was also able to take a sadistic/sadomasochistic pleasure in it, identifying with my tormentors and experiencincing their sadistic pleasure at my expense whilst also revelling in the sadomasochistic sensation of my own pain, humiliation and degredation. I've gone a little off track, back to the story. After touching the olive skinned girl between her legs it didn't take long for me to cum, shooting it into my eyes, up my nose and in my. Chris had his head down writing an assignment, and just saw it out of the corner of his eye. It had landed on the floor next to Shahia. On impulse, she'd picked it up, made some alterations to its trim, and launched it across the room, watching it glide sedately towards the door.Butthead Hanson had turned around just as she launched it into the air."Shahia!"It was almost comical, the surprise and disbelief that crossed her face. Chris could well believe it, the disbelief that she'd done. A most shocking and painful dream. In it, we were so close to one another. I was coming to visit him, to see him and the excitement I had felt in this dream matched the excitement I once felt before. The love, the laughter and all the happiness and hope he brought me all tangled into one blissful feeling as I dreamt of riding in a cab to reach him. Of course, in the end, I was unable to find him once I reached my destination. He had not presented me with his presence as promised and even after.