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“No,” she thought, “that brochure from the court had recommended a sanitary belt and heavy napkin. God! They must mean that I’ll be leaking when I’m hanging up there.” She put the panties back in the drawer and inserted a heavy flow tampon into her vagina. She though a moment and inserted a second tampon into her rectum. The tampons were much thicker and firmer than she was accustomed to using. She felt them inside her as she moved around, it was a strangely full and pleasurable feeling. As she adjusted the sanitary belt and napkin so that it was very snug, she thought, “Well, at least I won’t make a mess, and the only one who will know about this besides me will be the undertaker,” she shuddered. She realized that the undertaker would be undressing her body later. She pulled her pantyhose on over the sanitary belt and napkin. The pantyhose doggystyle were very sheer and quite expensive but she considered that this was her last opportunity to wear such finery. Jessica pulled a bra from her dresser, and considered. She had always wanted to wear the blouse she had chosen without a bra, though she was not sure. She would try it braless; she put the bra back in the drawer opting for a short white silk camisole. Her blouse was a loose, flowing, long-sleeved, white silk with thin white stripes. She was pleased with the effect; her breasts were almost, but not quite visible through the cumshot fabric and were still firm enough to provide plenty of support. She paired the blouse with a tight plum colored skirt, mid-thigh length. Jessica looked at her black kid pumps then picked up her black ballet flats and slipped them on. The Repetto ballet flats had no heels and were cut low in the vamp to reveal a moderate toe cleavage—very soft, very sexy, and very expensive. Jessica sighed, her outfit would probably look better if she wore heels but she didn’t want to trip and twist an ankle or worse on her way to the park, “I had better be careful walking, I suppose it would not be good to trip and break my neck before they hang me.” Jessica’s flats were stylish being very much like ballet slippers, but with a lower vamp, they were not made for long walks. The town park was just a short distance from her house (just about two blocks) and, she blowjob thought grimly, “I won’t have to walk back from the park.” She was ready. The fear returned, replacing the pleasurable distraction of her narcissistic musings. She sat for a moment feeling the tampons and the bulky sanitary napkin, which pressed on her clitoris. The total sensation was not unpleasant and she began to feel aroused. She amateur felt a shudder of dread come over her. “In a few hours Mr. Kendal will be undressing me. Will he laugh at my silly sanitary precautions? Or will he admire my body as a jewel,” she grimly mused. Seeking something else to divert the direction her thoughts were taking, she began making the bed, the rumpled sheets bringing a sad smile to her lips as she recalled the cause of their disarray. Last night had been the hottest encounter she had ever had, with Jason or anybody Hardcore else. She knew that Jason felt the same way. It was just so tragic that after discovering that her husband had a deliciously dark streak to his sexuality, she would have no opportunity to explore it further. She sighed, but then smiled, somewhat smugly. Let's see if his next wife could top last night's performance! Jessica had a final task to perform. She wrote a short note to Jason regarding her funeral wishes. She took a step forward and her bikini amateur bottoms were now level blowjob with my face and only inches away. By the glow on Maddie’s face, she enjoyed it just as much as he did. She questioned doggystyle him. They latched on and suckled. I reached over and gently parted her legs and rubbed my fingers through her pubic hair and down to her pussy lips. He gripped her hips hard as he drove into her. The pancake had been washed from her Hardcore face and she looked delectable. In a few days, you'll start to look like a real whore and the burning will start to disappear. I’ve missed you too, and I have really missed Miss Sugar Butt, over there. The only women I've been with were prostitutes. I was exhausted, I couldn't move. I sent the text. I smiled at her, hoping it didn’t seem forced. When we finished eating , obviously we ate in a hurry : - weeell about Andrea... what do you say?:) And then I started fondling his sexy balls. Evil made a plan and the forces of good kept planting seeds that would blossom into my response. "I can't believe we did that, Jake! Were it not for the difference in hair color, eye color, and horns (and species), we could have been mistaken for sisters. “And I guess Jesse isn’t here either…” Lisa trailed off in thought, seemingly tired of searching for a clue about Alyssa’s whereabouts. Rachael was wearing a yellow bikini and her crotch was soaked by her juices cumshot as she never went into the pool.