I move to the other, this time my teeth bite down on it and my tongue licks over the end while it is trapped in my mouth.Meanwhile, my hands have slip...ed down your flat stomach…and have undone your shorts…slipping them to the floor, followed by your boxers. My fingers are now pressing into your wet pussy through your pants, feeling them get wetter. I let my fingers slide into your underwear…but not touching your pussy yet…they brush along your skin.I can’t resist any more, and pull you around. Once the coroner was finished;the skullcap was replaced and the scalp was suturedback in place. The Y-incision was sewn up and Kristin'scorpse was released to a local funeral home to beprepared before it was flown home to Virginia fora funeral and burial. Kaufman's Funeral Home was owned by George Kaufman .He and his son Ron were the morticians/embalmers.George was recovering from heart surgery and still wasnot back at work. Ron transported Kristin's corpsefrom the morgue and placed her on the. One more day, take everything a day at a time, just like her grandfather had taught her. Eventually she was able to sleep again, dreaming this time of him and the stories he'd told her as a child.By the time he kicked her awake, her headache was almost gone, but she was cold and stiff. He didn't look good, probably he'd drunk more after she'd passed out. He stared down at her with dull eyes for a long time before speaking. "You ready for me?" his voice was hoarse, with some of the whine back in. Interested was an understatement. Doug had removed the hay bales off the veranda and taken the boards off the windows. Just these two things made the house look a lot larger."I grew up in this old place, there were three other kids and my self; there's a lot of good memories here Tony, that's why I was reluctant to sell it to you. Alice made a good point though when she said the house needed a great deal of TLC. Like most farmers these days, money's a bit tight, so it makes good sense to sell.