Michael met her for lunch one afternoon. She wore her most revealing dressand nervously waited for him at his favorite diner. They sat in a booth acro...sfrom each other, and Emily smiled and flirted with her father. Michael satback, happily amused with his obese, heavily made-up daughter who twirled hercurly hair and batted her eyelashes at him. After lunch, she walked him tohis car and hugged him. "You need your Daddy to fuck you again, don't you?" Michael asked. "Yes Daddy," Emily replied.. I carried her to the trunk of the car and placed her in delicately. We placed Miss Emi and Miss Satomi’s bodies next to her. It went perfectly. We locked the door to dead Miss Yurika’s apartment. It was like they were never there. These sexy girls would never return there.When we returned triumphantly to the house with our murdered beauties we unwrapped their bodies. I gasped when I saw how gorgeous they were. Almost like they were sleeping despite the violence of their deaths. We next embalmed. Sharon wishing she could fuck Christine like a man but knowing she would have to make do with her fingers then Christine pipes up that in her drawers Sharon might find something more suitable.Sharon then walks over to the drawers and starts rummaging inside and then pulls out a present that I had forgot I bought Christine a rampant rabbit the ideal gift for a dirty bitch like Christine. Sharon then slides the tip into her mouth and then slips it into Christine’s willing and waiting pussy,. Something had cut it away, hands reaching out to fondle her, Brenda unable to do anything but endure the harshness of the man’s fingers on her breasts.He felt the bra beneath his fingers moving, perched on top of her breasts but nothing kept it there any longer, the scissor making quick work of the flimsy bra. John pulled it from her breasts, revealing a lovely set of firm tits, nipples turning hard and pointed under the cool night air.“Look at them, good enough to eat.” His hands returned to.