I study her body, admiring her long legs, narrow hips, flat stomach, and firm breasts. I'm getting slightly aroused. She was hot when she was alive. A...tually she's still hot even now."Alright, man, you ready to take her out of here?" Gus asks, looking at me."Sure," I say, "The sooner I get her to the funeral home, the sooner I get to go back to sleep." Alright then, let's load her up."I roll a gurney in from the hearse and place it beside her drawer."Here," Gus says, "You get her feet and I'll. My pack interjected on my behalf, “She can join you!” I gave them my ‘I’ll kill you for this eyes’ I gave in. “Fine, just one” He led me to his private table on the roof top and had them serve us some exotic dish. We talked about general stuff; I didn’t want to get too personal. I was warming up to him though; we had so much in common and we chattered the night away.The mood was set, the music was enchanting and the candles where were flickering beautifully sparking a magnetic attraction. I didn't think I could manage another patient comeback giving that I was now jacking off while I played.Everything changed with the turn card gave me triple sixes. "I'm back in the game Samantha. Let's see that last card!" It's over isn't it? You've won haven't you?" No, you could trip up your sevens, or hit the flush, and then it's your game." Let's play with ourselves for a little while before we see the last card."Anther horrible idea, but I answered, "OK." I started flogging my prick so. She looked like a woman in a cheap, garishly-coloured magazine advertisement for a 1950s kitchen. Her flowery dress emphasised the 1950s look with a tight bodice strained by her breasts, a full flared skirt several inches below her knee, and a small blue gingham apron. Her legs were in tan stockings ending in white high heels that clicked on the flagstones as she walked. ‘Hello Mike. How are you feeling? Better?’ I ought to know that voice but I didn’t know any woman who dressed like this..