You could no longer find her if you searched Facebook or twitter. After a week of no one knowing what happened I snuck into the school office to find ...chool transfer records. I searched her and got nothing, not even a file with her name. She had been burned, every shred of her existence gone. Finally people moved, but I kept at it I went to the county clerks office. "Sorry Mr. Sherid there is no record of a savannah Allen or a major Jason Allen in here" the lady informed me. I nodded then left.. Doing this still left me with one hand and my mouth free, usually these would be working on her tits. Within minutes of starting this she would be on the verge of an orgasm. Now came my first decision of the evening, do I bring her off with her toy and then use my now very hard cock to bring her to a second or do I replace her plastic friend now with my natural one. Well tonight we are going to stay with her plastic friend and soon her body was jerking to her first orgasm. Some nights I would. , I had already called the monsignor at the Cathedral of San Agustin to arrange Dad’s funeral service, and he kindly me invited to supper the day after I arrived to go over it all.The folks at Seton Medical Center, where they had taken Dad’s body, told me they could send him over to the Hillside Funeral Home if that was “ok” with me, and I told them to go ahead. As I sat on my bed smoking, I called the funeral home and made an appointment for 3 the next afternoon.A light went off in my head as. So she's holding a salad plate in each hand says, "oops, oh my god, can you help me?" She's looking down at the drops of dressing that are clinging to her black nylons and then back at me with that mischievous smile. Of course I was there in a flash and got down on a knee to wipe it off but in my haste I left a rag behind at the sink. I kind of looked around for a second and looked up at her. She was just peering down at me over those big fucking tits and smiling. Her perfume was filling.