After a few minutes of finger fucking her ass; I slid up behind her and entered her with my dick. Her ass felt good inside but different from her puss.... I began to fuck her ass but was getting that dizzy headache I had earlier so I decided I better stop and withdrew from Catherine's ass. My clothes were almost dry when I checked on them in the laundry room. I put then on and returned to Catherine's corpse. I grasped her under the armpits again and pulled her into the embalming room and placed. They left, making me deal with a much more difficult problem: Terry's family.I took a deep breath and walked back into the waiting room. I tried to ignore the looks from her brother and sister, but the glare from her mom really hurt. Since my parents were long gone, I had taken to calling her parents Mom and Dad. I knew that my unwillingness to discuss specifics would probably make me look like a complete asshole. I tried to tell myself that it didn't matter. I knew the truth.It all started a. 22 cal Winchester 52 Target Rifle with the 15 power Lyman Targetspot with Scopelevel and Lyman rails that would guarantee a clean kill at five hundred yards ... the perfect rifle for eliminating rabid squirrels and their ilk. He had that killer look.Arthur would jerk Mitch's hand loose from his sleeve saying, "Not now, I'll tell you when, Mitch," and go back to admiring the huge pedestal mounted pre-war chrome and brass Zeiss Battleship Spotting Binoculars with the filters and who knows what. I can send you copys once i have edited her face out. Now lets begin huh"Suddely there are hands on me pleasure with each groping feel. And the dark presence of my dom making it safe for me.The hands were all over me. Like electricity zaping me all over. The mens hands caressed and pinched i felt a hand slide under me reaching for the clasp. Click the sound of a camera taking a photo was heard over the voices of the men exploring my body. The thought that there would be evidence of what was.