All of a sudden,my comfortable sneakers pinched in and kicked my heels up. I teetered andleaned into her as we both looked down at my new stiletto hee...ls. Well,she saw them, anyway; I couldn't see past the goosebumps on my huge, pertbreasts and my engorged, darkening nipples.She squeezed my butt again -- I suddenly realised just how tight my jeanshad gotten, both in front and behind -- and but the squeeze told me thatI now had plenty of ass to balance my boobs, plenty more than fiveminutes. So he got a nice casket and was buried in the Catholic Church cemetery. The only people who showed was the Priest and the old woman who played the organ on Sunday. The gravestone was nice the Priest thought and according to the gravestone, Pablo would have a nice place to spend eternity.Chapter 15It had been over two years since this all started and Ben showed up on Saturday. Their visits were normally just a few minutes and he stopped asking her to get on the scale months ago. “Julie” Ben. Both of Ted's bottles of wine were consumed along with another bottle of our own white and after-dinner liqueurs, so everybody was very relaxed by the time the dishes were cleared away. We remained at the table, sipping our liqueurs and chatting about inconsequential matters, for perhaps twenty minutes before Sue suggested we move to more comfortable seating.Sue then sat herself at one end of one of the two available sofas, patted the seat beside her and suggested, “Why don't you join me here,. " he said as his eyes shut in death.Abigail looked around the graveyard. Her great great great grandmother had wrote in a diary she had found in the attic that Richard Miller, was the real Ripper. So she came to the honored cemetary to find the man. She found the diary at a very young age, 4, and looked it up. Growing up scared of the Ripper she she actualy looked at him assorted of a hero in her pre-teen years and found him sexy in her teen years as a goth. Now 23 she was still extremely.