Zeke took out a pair of white textured stockings and rolled them over Ashley’s feet and legs and fastened them in place. He carried her to the last open chair and laid her neck in the opening to the sink and placed the barber sheet on her. Kay the hairdresser arrived early around noon Hardcore and she was escorted by Zeke to where the corpses were. It always distressing for her to wash and style dead peoples hair but she felt she had an obligation to her clients to make them look their best for their final occasion. Zeke had a recent photograph of each that Mrs. Carson had brought to assist in the hair styling and makeup. Kay looked at the photograph of Jane and decided to start with her. She didn’t normally do Jane’s hair so she stared at the photo intently and then began. While Kay was working on Jane; Zeke placed the photographs beside each corpse and brought out the makeup kits. He would start on Jane as soon as Kay was finished with her. He now rolled the coffins selected for each into indian the 3 viewing rooms ,opened the partitions to make it one large room and obtained the bags with the remainder of the burial clothes interracial and draped each over the correct coffin. Kay applied the finishing touches to Jane’s style and looked at Zeke for his comments. He nodded his approval and gave a weak smile which was about all the smiling he ever did. Kay moved on to Ashley and Zeke started the makeup on Jane. Kay was affected more by Ashley’s death than the others. It was awful that she died so young with her whole life ahead of her. Washing and styling Ashley’s short hair went rather quickly and Kay again asked Zeke for his approval. She received the same nod and quick smile as before. Zeke applied strawberry lipstick as the final touch on Jane and went on to Ashley as Kay began the wash of Brenda’s hair. This one would be the most difficult because of the splitting/removal of the scalp during the autopsy and the subsequent stitching back together. Kay’s thoughts turned to how long she had been doing Brenda’s hair; about 20 years she remembered. An excellent loyal customer; a shame to lose her. She took extra care to get the little bit of undercurl on the sides and back that Brenda had liked. Now she turned to Zeke for his approval. He looked Brenda’s hair over more carefully than the others and said "very good" with more than his usual faint smile. She left quickly to go open her salon. Zeke went back to work on Ashley. After the makeup was finished; he applied a light coating of rose lipstick to the lips. She looks good he thought and began to work on Brenda’s makeup paying particular attention to the bullet hole in the left side of her head that he had filled/repaired. Once the makeup was finished; he applied a light coating of dark plum lipstick to the lips and then looked at his work. Zeke carried Brenda to her open silver-gray casket and arranged her inside with her head on the pillow. He slit the dark gray blouse and the light gray wool business suit jacket and skirt down the middle of their backs and placed the sleeves of the blouse and jacket over the hands and onto the arms and then shifted the body to arrange them neatly behind the back. He patted the panty covered crotch briefly before placing the skirt on and tucking it neatly behind on each side as well as adjusting the waist band and the hem that was several inches above the knees. The hands were now crossed over the middle of the jacket and the casket lower lid was closed. Brenda was now ready to be viewed. Zeke carried Jane to her open bronze casket and arranged he inside with her head on the pillow. Katie didn’t dress deliberately skimpy to tease her dad, and avoided any type of conversation that might get them close to talking about what they had done. But it was at least an inch longer than yours. They swayed as she worked her dress over her hips. "You expect, what?" Instead, I was rather unwelcomed by “Hey mate. Aurora sits wondering what the heck just happened. I got wetter. “Please Grace take a seat” Nicole rushes up to me as they escort me to the locker room. Yeah, we giggled, loud and unashamed. I nodded my head. She inched the bra down, till only my nipples were holding it up. Finally, she addressed him, interracial “Well Ole’ Hoss, how are you doing now and with what purpose did you come to see me this time?” , but it was nothing compared to the money Ginger was now making as Max's old wench. She likes it up the arse." His hard cock had become a slab of iron inside her…then a slab of diamond…and finally an erupting volcano spewing single-minded seed. We sweetly soaped and rinsed each other, stopping to kiss and caress. She comes from Korean descent but was born and raised in a small town in Jamaica called Oracabessa. I stared up at the ceiling as the pleasure rippled through me. My pussy was so sensitive. Her G string deliberately left her cheeks totally exposed to his gaze, as the string of it disappeared between her cheeks, and the high heels she wore highlighted the effect of her voluptuous thighs and arse even more. To prod her along I said, “do you think your little sister is more adventurous than you.” My sister does like to be called out. From there, she jumped on my lap and started riding me, a little more enthusiastically than Momo. We would sit up and have our coffee and chat. She snuggles all into me. We watch a mindless movie, one that I really enjoy the Tom Cruise movie, “The Last Samurai” I struggled to keep my eyes open, even though we had food coming. Hours had past, the sun was starting to fade and Hardcore Goldie was starting to feel fatigued; the muscles in his feet and legs ached from the strain of all the walking he had been doing, his stomach rumbled indian with hunger, his mouth was dry from thirst, his eyes were heavy with exhaustion. Chapter 2 This was incredible. “No, I want you to be happy. “I’m sure Yavara has made good use of you, Commander.” It really tuned me on. Your mother’s pussy is where your cum belongs.” “People could find us.” “Oh, God, yes,” she moaned.