But it bears out what I say about you, you give up too easily. Anyway, enough heavy stuff. Let’s get some sleep.”They kissed and caressed and said... their good nights, and once again she fell instantly asleep. He envied her talent in that regard.He didn’t fall asleep so easily that night; he thought about what she said for a few moments. Was she right? He mentally shrugged, thought it was too late to do it any other way, and fell asleep with that thought.The next morning, the subject was. I saw the cups of her bra loosen the soft small breasts of Mala auntie, as they slacked their grip from her breast .Removing her bra, she gave me a full show of her supple breasts. They were small, round and yet, beautiful and graceful. They were shaped like a mango, with the round dark areola and nipple near the bottom of the mounds adding the sexual rage burning inside me.Turning towards the wall of the terrace and gripping it with one hand, her fingers fumbled at the bottom of her petticoat. All dressed to partyCrushed by people, air deprivedYour hot body, limp(All the costumes featured in this story have been featured in past Memories of Mortician chapters. Please search for my previous stories if you want to read about the original victims.)Over the years, I have kept many of the clothes of the beautiful women who have been through my hands to remind me of them.(At least those that that have not been taken by the police or their relatives) I thus decided to wait for a suitable. Ashley, was the eighth reporter and she sat at the corner of the bed. She could feel Hideki watching her and she preened in non-verbal response.“Hideki, what is your biggest dream?” One of the male reporters asked. The young man paused and replied with a mischievous smile, “I want to deflower a virgin on the baseball field. But don’t tell anyone,” he laughed.“So this is off the record?” the reporter asked.“If that is what you call it,” Hideki replied, smiling at Ashley.“Instead of a baseball.