I Don't Care About Your Age!

On the far side teen of the tomb, on a large granite shelf with a step up, The casket lay covered in their seplucer by a thin sheet of granite. Withered stems of flowers lay about the casket and on the floor surrounding the bier. Four tall stands, one at each corner of the bier, still held the melted stubs of candles. Similar candle stands stood around the perimeter of the chamber. Smaller holders were placed in niches in the walls. Each was tied with satin ribbons which were now yellowed with age. Carl picked up a decaying rose, and dropped it on the floor. He handed Derrick a crowbar. It was heavy. He looked around, unsure what to do, and then approached a coffin. Derrick stood for a long time beside the casket. Something inside told him that it was wrong to disturb the dead, but other voices called too. Finally he gave in to his curiosity. With some difficulty, the seal around Abigail's crypt began to break open under the strain of his crowbar maneuvering, they used the crowbars to slide the granite lid over onto another compartment revealing the beautiful silver gray casket in the pit. He paused and looked closer. The lid was in two sections, and only the bottom was screwed shut. He reached for the topmost section—then pulled his hand back. He didn't want to see the dead woman. Carl set about the task of breaking open the coffin. Carl now jammed his bar into the outer seal of the locked casket and Hardcore with some effort broke loose the lid within less than a minute, this task was mere child's play compared to the small tits job he had just finished, he had the lid pried open, Derrick dropped the crowbar, rose to his feet and took several steps back. This was wrong, he told himself. Mustering up his courage, he threw the upper hardwood coffin lid open, the body of Abigail Miller exposed; blonde Then stared inside the casket. Derrick screamed and let the lid drop with a bang. "Disgraceful," Carl said again. Bracing himself, Derrick opened the coffin slowly again and then he lit a kerosene lamp. He whimpered. The dead woman clutched a bouquet of wilted lilies to her chest. It seemed a shame. The light of the lamp shone on the dead girl’s face and are at first struck by the delicate scent of my perfume, then as your eyes adjust to the poorly lit interior. Carl almost couldn't believe his eyes as looked at the beautiful -clad body of the young bride lay peacefully calm, composed upon a bed of gleaming white satin, gloved hands folded, chestnut-tressed head pillowed on frothy lace, eyes decently closed and a slight smile seeming to play on her gently handsome features. The black modest silk of her burial gown, draped over those perfect breasts, left just enough to the imagination to be truly lovely and desirable, and showed off every curve of her 34C-24-34 inch torso. Such a waste. So tragic to lose one so beautiful, and so young. Carl stood for a long time gazing at the beauty lying in the casket like beautiful, pale sleeping goddesses, but due to the dryness of the vault or some remarkable mortuary skill or some special magic of the place, the body Natural tits was almost perfectly preserved. Abigail's hands crossed across her stomach bound by a pink pearl rosary with a silver crucifix. Brilliant long, golden blonde hair thick and silky as though it had only just been combed, spread over the pink satin pillow and cascaded in soft ringlets just past her shoulders , framing the face of one who seemed peacefully asleep. I touched Abigail's flowing hair silkily, it was soft like butter. Her makeup was applied to perfection, not too much not too little. That next weekend it just didn’t seem like it was going to work out either. Her mother Lisa looks to be about in her mid-forties. I could tell from the joy on her face, the bliss in her hazel eyes. Then it was Zoe’s turn. Just as we went through the exit doors, there was a boy coming in who got an eye full of tits and pussy as we had teen not put ourselves back together. “If I can make it work with the Masons, I need to join them, provided they’ll allow you to live in peace, of course. Holly and ivy sprouted thickly through the only window and damp paper was peeling from the walls. Suddenly I see an object fly through the air and hit Howard in the face and bounce off. I thought to myself on the way to the car,'I wish I had the nerve to not wear my panties and let him see.' It’s, mmm, It’s soo wrong…so dirty...’ but Isabelle teased her lips with the tangy dew, and Scarlett’s will was finally bent to the whim of her horny pussy. My mother plays it all the time." Then I took her by the hand and small tits walked to a spot that was unseen by anyone else and notified my sponsors with my mind of the need to move, and they instantly moved us to a motel room that I kept rented for just such adventures. “She's pregnant with my child.” It blonde was, as the movies would say "too quiet", no moving cars, no people, you couldn't even hear airplanes flying overhead. I put the food on the dining room table and tell everyone to dig in. Most of the ladies took some of the Cesar salad but Diane and Dakota took no salad but took a steak each. She asked me to come back the next day to help her again. (Of course at the same moment he was probably thinking . . . Slowly, she unbuttoned Natural tits the front of her blouse, and pushed it back, to reveal her large, engorged tits cupped in her pink lace bra. “Well, at least we Hardcore know she made the trip safely,” I say to her in a serious manner. He smiled back at her and said “Anything to make you happy” “No, I told them I would find a ride home. I squirmed atop Mercedes, loving this moment, wanting my entire family to be together. There was the small cages incorporated into the nightstands on each side of the bed. Arms were thrown in the air in odd gestures and I realized there was some kind of struggle going on. “You probably don’t, do you?” Fatima seemed to be in some sort of drunken haze because she kept on sobbing the word 'yes' over and over again.