Fat Indian Aunty Showing Off Her Body

I was surprised--having been a coroner in the city before my own brush with death, I expected in such circumstances an autopsy would be done--but according to Uncle, when your only living relative is the Governor, and he's not too keen to have your autopsy discover illicit drugs as a cause of death, autopsies generally get ignored. The manor that Cindy had called home was empty save for the servants. Over a hundred rooms had been used for her parties, and orgies--so the tales went. The only one I amateur saw was the room in which she died. She had been left undisturbed after being discovered. Her passing had been recent, as rigor hadn't set in. there were no signs that anyone had been sharing Cindy’s bed, or drugs that night, so I suspect that her brother's hunch was right--the heroin on the nightstand had been her exit. It couldn't have been all bad however. Though she lay sprawled and tangled in her sheets--the white silk stained yellow around her crotch--there was a peaceful composure to her--and almost angelic look on her face. Normally, I would close the corpse's eyes, but this time, the haunting, faded blue orbs called for me to keep them open, to allow them to stare beyond the physical world for a little longer. I pulled back the urine soaked sheets, exposing her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She was stunning. Long and lean, she had taken great pride and obvious care in her body. Her breasts were not large, but neither were they small and they jiggled slightly as I arranged the corpse's limbs. Cindy's only apparent concession to an unhealthy lifestyle--save for the drugs, alcohol and sex of course--was a small tummy bulge which hid her abdominal muscles. There was something maddeningly erotic about how that belly, topped with a piercing, gently curved upward from the beautiful symmetrical breasts, only to quickly sweep down to the barely concealed lips of her womanhood. Asking the butler to assist me, I rolled Cindy's body into the body bag and after zipping it closed, carried her to the waiting hearse. She was not a heavy woman, despite her above average height. It took some time to fill out the paperwork, some faxing back and forth between my Uncle and the Governor--monetary arrangements and such--and so Cindy had to wait until the next night before I could begin preparations and embalming. It was late when I pulled the sheet back to reveal Cindy's naked glory once more. Her pale blue body seemed smaller than when I last saw her, but that in no way seemed to diminish her beauty. The look of rapture remained on her face, and though I knew I would have to remove those beautiful eyes soon enough, I couldn't keep from staring at them, even as I removed the toe tag from her foot. Her bbw skin was unbelievably soft, and I soon found my hands rubbing her foot, massaging it, manipulating it and wondering what it would have been like to make love to Cindy when she was alive. As if on their own volition, my hands roamed past her ankles and up the silky smoothness of her tanned and muscled legs. I had begun breathing faster, and though I Nipples felt my dick stirring in my pants, I wasn't sure if my increased heart rate was due to desire, or fear of getting caught. I stepped back, feeling the indian Big Boobs sickliness of my now-hard cock within its confines. I debated leaving, and moved to cover her with the sheet again, when I took a last fateful look at her. Her pussy lips were parted slightly now, and having taken the first step, I knew I had to see this through to the end. Despite the chill of the prep room, my desire burned within, and so I was not cold, when I stripped naked, and unleashed my rock hard cock. My hands roamed up her shapely legs, and pulled her towards me. There was a strange squeak as her ass shuddered across the stainless steel, but the movement pulled at her lips, and I could see glistening moisture on her pubic hair. I bent low to taste her, and was surrounded by the heady smell of her sex mixed with the tang of the piss she released at the moment of her death. I buried my face in her cunt, and my tongue probed the wonderful crevices between her lips. “Yeah, we are.” Samantha felt very grown up and very sensual. “Duke!” I called. “Yes, Nipples we went through everything that had been scheduled. It was jammed. ….. Mmm, I love it!” He went on to say he would sell it to me for pennies on the dollar, and help me set up my enterprise there by offering protection from the other local officials, as well as importing goods and services. But their positive efforts and helpful attitude were well watered down by the malingerers and mean spirited. I felt wetness on my shoulder and felt her shaking. I hear Eddie commentating again and I see the first indian man standing in front of me bbw again. After this series of Photo’s we stop for drinks before Peter asks Jan to help Big Boobs Sally complete the car washing, he asks me to continue to photo the girls So, I caved in and had sex with him. As I did, Michelle turned toward me and I could clearly see her pussy was as smooth as her titties, not a hair in sight. “Still, all those deaths every year,” Linda said. “I better not see these people die.” I continue to watch as the clown smears the knife against the the girl’s clothes. amateur He wrapped his left arm around her throat and applied a little pressure as he fucked her hard, she grunted from each powerful thrust then wailed, when she climaxed he released, too. It was the smell of Bengay. I went back to my own room and got dressed. “I like to transform people,” Willowbud whispered into my open mouth, her lips brushing against mine, “I like to watch them succumb to their worst selves.”