Out of the bag she pulled a pair of white socks; removed the toe tag and placed the socks on my scortched feet. Very strange, I thought at the time! A short while later; the sound of an ambulance could be heard outside. George Kramer returned and I gathered from their conversation that my wife had asphyxiated herself in her car just across from the mortuary. She had left a note explaining she just couldn't live without me. No; this can't be, I thought! But I realized it was true when they rolled a gurney into the prep room and placed it's occupant on the table beside me. I was staring at the corpse of my beautiful, loving, young wife lying there in a red sweater, plaid skirt and red heels. George gently removed the sweater, skirt and heels leaving her dressed in a red bra, red panties and thigh hi stockings with lace tops. It was at this point that I noticed the crotch of her panties was soaking wet and I realized the poor girl had peed on herself when she died. George lifted Anita and unsnapped and removed the bra. I was shocked when his hands caressed each small breast and he sucked on her nipples. No; he can't do that. But the reality of it was that he could do anything that he wanted to her. She was dead and available and couldn't defend herself. The horny mortician now turned his attention to my lovely wife's crotch. Grasping her panties by the waistband he pulled the soaking garment off her revealing that fact that Anita's corpse was still leaking urine. George obtained a tube and I watched his hands spread my wife's lovely thighs apart; locate her urethra and insert the anal tube into her bladder. He placed his hand just above the top of her blonde pubic hair and pressed firmly. The leakage from the tube became a masturbation steady stream before slowing to a trickle. Rolling Anita over onto her stomach with her sexy butt in view allowed the remaining urine to completely drain. Satisfied; he rolled her on her back and removed the tube before taking a soapy washclothe and bathing the genital area. I was shocked and initially outraged at what George did next. After placing Anita's high heels back on her stocking clad feet; he dropped his pants, removed his shorts and I could see his short, fat, penis was fully erect. Lubricating the end of his cock; he crawled between my dead wife's thighs and slid his prick into her luscious vagina that as far as I know, Brunette had never been fucked by anyone but me. I watched initially in shock as he lifted his portly torso and began screwing the love of my life. But I realized there was nothing I could do about it. It was then that I sensed Anita's spirit floating a few feet above her corpse. Slowly I could see the outline of her face and could make out that she was looking at me and smiling. Meanwhile; George reached orgasm and shot his load of hot, sticky cum into Anita's young dead cunt. Getting down off the table; he dressed before removing Anita's red heels and rolling her stockings down and off her feet. Felicia reentered the room and obtained the bag she had taken my white socks from. She produced a white garter belt, white lacey stockings and white heels from the bag. Her father maneuvered my babe wife's lovely corpse and placed the garter belt around her waist before rolling the fetish stockings up her legs and fastening them with the garters. Felicia slipped the white heels onto Anita's cold feet. George now rolled a silver coffin into the room. Scooping my wife's corpse into his arms; he placed her in the coffin. Sitting her up; he watched Felicia bring out what I recognized as my wife's wedding veil and short train. Felicia positioned it over her shoulder length hair with her face uncovered. She applied eye shadow and eyeliner before opening Anita's eyelids revealing her lifeless blue eyes staring out into space. With a little red lipstick on her cold, slightly parted lips and some blush on her checks, Anita looked as beautiful and alluring as the day I married her. Felicia opened my eyelids revealing my lifeless brown eyes which were also staring out into space. We all met back in the living room and I was glad to see that I wasn’t the only one to be wearing Speedos’. The second blow came quickly and again Mia cried out at the pain, a sound edged with pleasure. Not only was she naked, but all her slave chains and tats were completely visible. "no turning back now", I thought anal to myself. I babe felt my balls tighten and I knew my explosion was close. As I was finishing up my glass of pineapple juice, Sammy asked me if he could prepare something for me to eat for breakfast. You’re old. You wrap your arms around me and masturbation I do the same as we cuddle together. "Sure," I said. She tucked it into her corset and cried for her friend. My stomach roiled. She was watching Rich eat his dinner, his muscular arms flexing and moving just so as he cut the meat. You’ve got to do it.” It felt odd when I opened my eyes on January 2nd. Being the protector of a Creator is the highest honor a Valkyrie can achieve, but our goddess is determined to crush my honor. “Of course you can, I’ll have it ready for you when you come back for your dress. Holly is already next to me and I don’t have a chance before she’s kissing me again. I smiled thinking I would join him. “Your employment is punishment enough. I walked in to the locker room, and taking my usual locker, wondered if Jim was here. With his ejaculation he felt the energy draining from his body as he now did focus on his last few strokes trying to squirt ever drop of his cum inside her. She clung to me, whimpering and moaning as I buried over and fetish over into her. “I will do you for tonight because it is so important,” she said, “but from now on, you are on your own.” I debated upon wearing boxers or not and elected to do so. Not to mention my bum and clit that was still sore. I was iron-hard again in seconds. He closed his eyes like he could pretend himself away. "I said open your legs!" Her roommates were almost done with breakfast they Brunette had prepared for my boys and I. Where were my boys at though? I shook myself out of my imagination and heard Mrs. Jackson reading aloud To Kill a Mockingbird to the class. Her parents were so very proud of her, and the high school used her as a prime example on how young ones can reach out to their futures even while still working on their secondary education. I laughed, “You’re kidding?........... Whores negotiated with their clients over the price of such sex in taverns. “…not a big fat homophobe?”