You may like living inside me." Thenshe laughed loudly... "But never fear as I want to keep you alive to use overand over.!"To you her fantasy was a s...trong one also. She then said she wanted this safething for you to do now, "Now press your shoulders strongly against my openingwhen your head and neck fit totally inside me. Then quickly slide back out tobreathe." She seemed convinced that without taking very long you would not needbreathing, She said she wanted this to be a trial run for even. The depth of the burial should be at least six feet, which would save the corpse from being disturbed by ploughing, or being dug up by animals. The permanently damp soil of Flanders would keep the body cold, staving off deterioration of the flesh."In some parts of Scandinavia, bodies preserved in peat bogs have been found that are hundreds of years old. Chemicals in the soil act as an embalming agent, and the soil of Brabant and Flanders is rich in those chemicals." Krish had explained.Once the. Crave...”By the time I came, Michael had left. He left a note, but I was too tired to read it - I wanted to get a good night’s sleep. I knew that tomorrow, I’d be fucking Garth, and I wanted all my energy so that I could enjoy it.I was waiting at his bus stop in the morning. When he turned the corner and saw the van, he smiled that cute, gorgeous, sexy smile of his.“Nice,” he said, and my heart leapt. We were inside for less than a minute before I ripped his pants off, and took him in my. Ahhhhh!"She felt a gout of sperm blast up into her pussy, setting off the explosion in her cunt. The nun gasped, feeling his ragged fingernails tearing at her thighs, her tits, her belly. Jack was going wild, driving the nun higher. She thought she would die, feeling the continuing peak of her cum taking everything from her mind except the body that pinned her to the floor-.Then finally she felt the hands on her ass unclenching. Her cuntal squeezes slacked off, tapering as he pulled his cock.