The funeral director smiled. "Follow me."They went downstairs. Callie waited in the next room and tried not tolook as the funeral director worked o...n her brother. About an hour later,he called her in to view the result.Calvin was lying in the same casket but now instead of the suit, he waswearing a bright floral print that hung down just past his knees. Breastforms amply filled out the bra that was barely visible through the dress.His hands were folded just underneath his breasts and on. She was on her knees sucking my cock faster than I could believe. I lucked out- she had a condom in her purse. I pulled my pants down, pushed up her dress and was inside of her. It was passion at first stroke- I honestly had never fucked a more animated, verbally filthy, begging women- Karen had the first of a number of orgasms within minutes of riding my erection. When I was ready to cum she dropped down, stripped off the rubber and had me blow my load into her mouth. After that we met nearly. I tickled a nipple then sucked it up with the bulb. Then I popped the sucker off and snared my doubly bloated teat with the glasses cord before it could shrink back down. I repeated the procedure on my other nipple with the second cord. I climbed back into bed, sat cross-legged and I tickled my favorite tender bit nicely erect. Trembling with anticipation, I KY-lubed Louise’s dildo, worked its knob just into my vagina then squatted down so its suction cup base dangled between my heels. I. "We are praying he will come back to us."I felt awful. I couldn't tell them it was me in this body, they wouldn'tbelieve me, I felt sure of it. I choked back tears and said "I will praytoo. Its my fault he is like this . . ." I couldn't stop myself fromcrying.My mom squeezed my arm and said "No hun, the police told us he was tryingto help you when the man who hurt you hit his car. Don't blame yourself,I am sure Mark wouldn't want you to feel responsible for what happened." I couldn't take.