Her pussy had just the smallest of cracks with only a small tuft of straight brown hair to guide the way. The perfect ending to the most perfect weddi...g was when I plucked that flower.What I didn't take into account was the up-bringing and strong influence her parents had made on her. Maybe only twice a year she would dress up sexy for me. Usually on my birthday and Christmas. We had sex every Friday night between 11:00 pm and 11:30 pm. Always in the bedroom with the lights out. It seems that. Your daughter is aflat-out bitch and doesn't listen to a word I say. I need a goodgirl...one that cares about me" He lectured as he stepped closer. "Mr.Parsons get down on your knees." What he said shocked me but I was evenmore shocked at the fact that I listened; I don't know why I listened. Iwanted to yell out in anger and throttle the little fuck's neck but Isubmissively got down on my knees. Chris began to unzip his fly as hismassive cock sprung out from the folds. He began to stroke it as. Saema is wheeled through a set of doors in the embalming room and into a large, walk-in cooler where her casket sits with three others, awaiting transit to her home state for her wake, funeral, and burial.*********************************************************************The transport van that had been chartered out by the airline that was responsible for flying her body back home to Pennsylvania had arrived at the funeral home at 3:00 in the afternoon, checking over and initialling all. "Anything huh? I like the sound of that...but not yet." Dropping my hand down towards her damp folds, I slipped my middle and ring finger into her tight walls, curling them up to press against her g-spot once again. My palm pressed directly against her clit and I could feel her walls pulsing, squeezing and trying to pull my fingers into her deeper. Suddenly I started to jackhammer my hand up and down inside of her pussy, my fingertips tapping against her g-spot while my palm ground against her.