Fair revenge on a cheating chap

She was a looker; what a shame that someone as beautiful as her had lost their life here. God, he thought, she's got great long shapely legs, the legs of a dancer, he couldn't believe he was this attracted to a dead woman; but living out in the wilderness had taken its toll. He hadn't seen a woman this beautiful in a long time. His ex-wife had been attractive but this one put her to shame. This one wouldn't object to anything that was done to her now. What a perfect lover! You plant a quick kiss on her red lips. Suddenly Clint decided he was going to take her back to his cabin. He retrieved her purse from the car and then hoisted and slung Abigail's Cuckold lovely corpse over his left shoulder like a sack of amateur potatoes. Her purse was black and shiny, just like her shoes, and the strap was a thin metal chain. With King in the lead; he made his way back down to the creek and walked in it a ways before heading up the mountain toward his cabin. After stopping several times to rest; he came over the last little hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a deep forest surrounded by giant evergreens with a creek running nearby. Clint teen had rigged up a hand pump in the cabin so Hardcore he Fuck For Cash didn't have to go down to the creek to have water. Clint entered the front door and placed his rifle in the corner. He carried her up the stairs and through into the main room where He walked over near the bed and lay Abigail's lovely corpse on a large wooden chair. Now to clean her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water; Clint began to gently wash the blood from the side of Abigail's face, the corners of her mouth and her left nostril. Once that was done; he washed and cleaned the blood from her hair and dried her face and hair as much as possible. Those sightless eyes kept looking straight at me, like they were still full of life, asking me what happened. I sat next to her now, lifted her up and draped Abigail over my lap as though she and I were fooling around. I got her head against my shoulder as though we were necking. I put my arms around her and pulled her cold, limp body to me. My lips began to nibble on Abigail's left ear, then kiss her cheek as my right hand caressed her right breast through the sweater. I kissed her cold slightly parted lips, then gently pulled her chin down, and kissed her over and over again, one hand behind her head holding it from flopping back. I don’t know how, but it kept getting better. I stayed that way for a while, embracing poor, cold, dead Abigail. Funny thing you know, Abigail, even cold and dead, was very exciting. I felt myself becoming aroused and then very aroused by this naked stiff in my arms. Well, at that stage she wasn't actually stiff, just cold and floppy. I felt uncomfortable, but good, with an erection and the cause of it, laying against me, quite, quite dead. After a few minutes of kissing; I began to massage her breasts through her sweater and slowly pulled it up to reveal them. My hands caressed her cold dead tits and I kissed and sucked on the nipples. My dick was getting uncomfortable in my pants so I let it out and clamped Abigail's stiffening fingers around my erect rod. Time to move on to other things. Without even thinking, my other hand slipped under her white shirt, and reached around to her back to unhook the bra. My hand slid up her thigh while I kissed her everywhere. Her long brown hair hung in her face. I put her arm around my neck. Still, an opportunity like this doesn't often come along. She'd get excited about her shows or just have tons of energy and I'd bounce her on my knee or she'd just pop herself up and down until she got tired and then she'd curl up with me Hardcore or on the couch beside me or less often with my wife... This was unusual for me. I am not a big coffee fan, but my wife had made me try the coffee Cuckold here. Zach said out loud, looking at Molly shocked. Or better yet, the more the marrier” She slowly stuffs my arse full with her thick veiny dick. Not that they really had to ‘drag’ me, I certainly went willingly. Everett clutched Trisha's hand and upped their pace. Considering how many of our new housemates were originally carnivores, her anxiety was understood. Later that evening, after we had a few drinks and dinner, Rhonda excused herself to use the restroom. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she gasped, "YOU'RE STRONG!" she groaned, leaning her head back as Animal attempted to lift her off the ground by her huge tits. He then told me that he’d seen an advert for a model for an art class. I walked up to the restaurant thinking these thoughts and greeted the host at the door. 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