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I saw him caress Abbie's titties thru her dress and then slide the short dress to her waist, pat her pantied crotch and rub her stocking clad thighs and snap several photos of her pantied crotch before sliding it back down into place. I could tell he wanted to fuck her so badly he could hardly stand it but he didn't go any farther. I returned to the viewing room and then saw him out. Later that evening, close friends and family gathered for the viewing of Abigail Elizabeth Miller's exquisitely beautiful corpse. Quite a few people commented on how beautiful she looked. Lots of tears were shed. One young man of about 18 kept standing where he had a good view of Abbie in her casket. I gathered he was a cousin from the family conversation. I could tell he was lusting after Abbie's dead body. I couldn't blame him. After everyone else had left, Dr. Miller was still there looking at his daughter's body. He kissed her on the lips and then left. The next day the closed casket funeral was held in the funeral home chapel. Miss Abigail Elizabeth Miller was laid to rest afterward in a crypt beside her mother in the Memorial Park mausoleum. The Angie series is more of a light-weight bit of fun, don’t expect any deep drama, it’s not there. Any comment is more than welcome. Angie dropped Trish at Alicante airport, their goodbyes were a little babe coed teen blonde stripper strip dance tease tearful but not overly sad, it was more like good friends saying goodbye, yes they had been lovers for a week and a bit but both seemed content to accept that it was a holiday fling and not try and make any more of it. Neither of them had previously been with a girl before, neither had gone looking for a girl on girl relationship, it just sort of happened. Trish was a pretty happy go lucky sort of girl, she took what life had to offer as it came along, no deep thoughts, no big sexy teen dance deal, just go with the flow. Angie would have said that she was the same, now, however, she was feeling a bit confused, she wasn’t feeling at all down, actually she felt remarkably happy even though Trish was gone. No, it was that now she had to consider her sexuality. She’d always loved a good fuck with the right guy but Trish had definitely brought a new aspect to her love life and that needed some thought. Had it just been that one-off magic spark between two people that neither could resist, regardless of gender, or did it mean that from now on she would be looking just as much at the girls as the guys. Maybe it even went deeper than that but she thought to herself, she didn’t really want to think about that, she kinda felt okay with bisexual but outright gay? It made her feel a bit uncomfortable. This evening, I was run off of my feet, the influx of the next batch of holidaymakers had arrived. One of the bar-staff had gone sick, another was on holiday and owner Mike was away for a darts match, so we were a bit short staffed not that I minded at all but it sexy pole dance was somewhat tiring. The emergency stand-in was a nice and attractive girl, willing but not a lot of use, she couldn’t pull a beer without gallons of froth, so I put her on collecting glasses and washing up. Even then, I had to Arab Ass Dance tell her that it was fine being sociable with the punters but she shouldn’t spend too much time chatting with one guy or another, she was paid to work after all! By ten thirty, I was beginning to feel just a bit frazzled, I hadn’t had a break or a smoke since before five when the restaurant had opened. Then, thank God for that, in came Mike back from his darts, he looked really happy, so I guessed the team had won. Normally, he would have stayed at the match venue to play ‘killer’ or whatever and not bother coming back in that evening but tonight, knowing that we were short staffed, here he was, He’s good at his job and recognised straight away that I needed a break, he also asked, “New girl not a lot of cop then?” “Can’t pull a pint to save her life, she seems to be good with cocktails though and she’s selling them, so I wouldn’t knock her just yet.” I went outside, time for a well-needed drink and a fag, it felt good to put my feet up. A super sexy voice broke into my weary thoughts, “Do you mind if we sit here?” It wasn’t just the voice, when I looked up, wow! He was gorgeous, I dance team mean like a film star, I forgot my manners and stared. I was astonished this worked. My fucking CUNT! As much as I tried to resist the urge, sexy teen dance I just couldn’t. In that place and at that time I wanted to be bad, very bad. After all, the couch in their shared apartment had been slightly too short for him to sleep comfortably on. I might’ve been worried that they were going to eat me, had I not been so preoccupied with screaming my lungs out in terror. He raped me. That bastard Mack fucked me when he knew that I did not want to fuck him. dance team Screaming out in anger Zahra was finally able to stop most of her orgasms. She came to swinging from the transport pole carried by two of the slave hunters. “Not at all, and I can’t see the owners Arab Ass Dance having a problem with it. “Mmmm, you’re getting all hard for me.” I whimpered with a smile while his dick started to get so big that he was running out of room in his pants. He thought about what it babe coed teen blonde stripper strip dance tease was going to be like to watch her beautiful voluptuous body writhing on the ground in pain, big blue eyes looking up at him begging for sexy pole dance mercy. “Fuck her hard, honey,” Ginny purred. "I thought it was meant for a baby to come out of, when a woman gives birth." I want to be on bottom, so, when he does and pulls out, his seed is oozing from her all over my face.