The mortician gently lifted first one, and then the other of her small feet, slipped a pair of Abigail's favorite black sandaled patent high heels on each foot, knowing how ironic it was that she would never walk in them again; I fastened the straps. Once this was done I stood back and took a look. Not bad; I thought. Checking closely at the picture of her that her father brought as a guide; He stipples full onto her smooth, shaved face the kit's pinker hues, to raise a blush I believes will complement the rose colors of the casket and her gown; I follows the makeup with light rouge to flush out her cheeks a little. White baby powder is then dusted on top of that, so the face won't reflect light shining from the lamps she'll real be sitting under in the reposing room. hard Zeke proceeds to gently brushed the shade of brown eye shadow on her eyelids, darken the eyebrows and eyelashes with a little bit of mascara and eyeliner bring some dark color to her and, after mixing a bit of cosmetic oil with her dark plum red lipstick in the palm of his hand, paints the lips with a fine brush to accentuate her sexy lips. Several different types of makeups, concealers, and tone eveners were brushed on and worked into the skin of her hands and arms. Her neck, of course, required several different layers of caking and evening to cover up where the embalming incisions were made and closed as well as some makeup on her exposed skin to take away some of the paleness/ Fucking accentuate her tan, but when she stepped back to look Abigail over, she thought she had done a fine job. Returning to the makeup kit, I brushes more pink onto the backside of the girl's hands, applies the rouge and powder; I then clips, buffs, and cleans beneath her fingernails. The cuticles themselves now look somewhat washed out in contrast to the rest of the hands, so Zeke paints the nails with a light pink polish. She used a two-coat system to touch-up the nails of both of her hands so that they shimmered in the light once she had finished. He'll wait until Abigail's lying young in state upstairs to make final touch-ups, so I can see just how she looks under viewing room lights. He placed his arm under her knees and shoulders, lifted her up and carried Abbie's beautiful young body to the reclined chair attached to a sink where her hair would be done in the very afternoon with the hairdresser and laid her neck in the sink opening as I ran his fingers through and spread the tresses out on the seat. I placed her arms back across her abdomen and gave her a loving kiss on the lips. “Cora should be here around 11:20 for the afternoon styling.” Cora was the beautician that they used for most all of their clients and no one ever doubted that she did fantastic work. He stopped for a moment as the door bell rings; Cora the hairdresser arrived early around noon and she was escorted by Zeke to where the corpse was. A plastic barber sheet with elasticized neck was placed over her so she would be ready for the styling and began to work on Abigail. It always distressing for her to wash and style dead people’s hair but she felt she had an obligation to her clients to make them look their best for their final occasion. She was the ogre's handler. Despite his orders Coach doubled over and yelled in terrible pain. One of the girls at work told us about a gym where girls can get free membership as long as they didn’t mind being stared at. "Yes Officer, I'm not sure if the window was already broken or anything but I think he hit this building behind us, we were lucky." hard My eyes fluttered as the delight surged through me. "OK, but I hope I get to play with you tonight, Daddy," She replies putting on young her pouty face. "UHH!! That was one more thing for me to do tomorrow while Scarlett was at work. I laughed at that one. “Why?!” I demanded. My body was responding to this woman, why? You keep me honest and very occupied. He grabbed her by her ass, lifted her and placed her on the kitchen counter. Cum on my face!! There was no hesitation to obey any order. I couldn’t see through my sweat and fluid Fucking covered eyelids but I felt rough hands lift my legs up off the floor, hoisting my ass into the air while someone else literally tore my undies off. Until… I thrust back in, savoring my hot cunt. "I'm sorry Mr Anderson, I thought my mom was coming." “‘But I’ve seen it, Daddy. He hiked up her skirt, displaying a pair of sheer dark thong panties just below a tattoo on her lower back. You will not be freed from the craving, you will be enslaved by it! I turned around, looking out the back window, to see Matt was up, and they all were rushing to his SUV. It was time to make a very move. She had sweet brunette locks that went to the middle of her shoulders, and hazel eyes that were deep and telling, if, that is, one took the time to read them. She thought for a second, then climbed down from her seat, determined to find her ring, and win this little victory over him. The skin was still moist and sticky from her lubricating real juices and I could actually see how far I had made it inside her. 'It's Sally and Brenda, I should have known. Some people saw the bulge grow in the pants of the killer, and gasped. I laughed, “Mom’s in the kitchen. I could finally admit this full last thing. She just had a baby and was back from maternity leave, missing most of the school year. "I can't; maybe some other time," she said as she finished buttoning her blouse. We connected on everything, and he was everything I could ask for. Miranda threaded thick tie-down straps through the D-rings and wrapped it all around the suitcase. She had done nothing but eat and sleep for the past 36 hours, except for her preliminary examination of her restraints. If she had a cute tush, why wouldn't she be showing it off? "Get your nose and tits done."