In April of 1959 ; I was a gamy shoal elderly LE than 2 month from graduation. I had a job on the second shift at the local fabric milling machinery and had just recently purchased a newer car to substitute my old clunker. My new one was a red '55 Chevy in excellent term. Head turned when I drove down the street. The car is how I wound up dating Deborah Ann pageboy ( our minister 's daughter ). She was attracted to the car a lot Sir Thomas More than she was to me. But I did n't mind too lots. Deborah really loved that car and since I was on the approved listing of citizenry she could date ; I was able to take up her out. She really liked the maitre d'hotel of the football team, I knew, but her parents did n't let her to date jocks. Deborah was also a senior who had planned to go to a expectant university respective hundred geographical mile away in the fall. I pretty a great deal knew that would import the end of our kinship but I savored it while it lasted. Deborah was a tall girl with legs up to you know where with long blonde hair that had a little roll on the end. Holding handwriting, buss on the lip and hugging her had been the extent of my physical tangency with her up to now. But I could fantasize of a entirely lot more than that.

I had seen Deborah before dejeuner at school on this Friday and saw that she looked real pale. She had a congenital heart flaw, I knew, and took medication associated with her condition. I talked with her a few minutes before the Vanessa Stephen rang for our next class. We talked about where we would go on our Sabbatum night date. My eyes watched as she strolled to category. She was wearing a pink short sleeved jumper, Gy pleated skirt and black medium pinnacle heels. Ah ; such a picture of beauteousness. But about 2:30PM I heard the sound of the ambulance approaching the shoal. At that point I did n't know who it was coming for. Only after school day was out at 3:00PM did I hear that Deborah had collapsed and was taken to the hospital. I rushed over to the hospital and went to the emergency waiting room. Deborah 's Padre, mother and grandmother were there waiting. I called my foreman at the milling machinery to tell him I would n't be there today. At about 4PM the Dr. came out and told the pageboy that Deborah 's precondition was n't improving ; her heart was just giving out. The faculty was doing everything they could. Everyone sat there praying for Deborah. I sat there with Deborah 's family thought why her and why now !

At about 8PM the Doctor of the Church came out again. He sat us all down to tell us that Deborah had died a few transactions before ; her affectionateness had just quit beating. Everyone began crying and sobbing and I heard the medico ask Rev Page which Funeral domicile would be handling the arrangement. He replied that Count Rumford 's would be the one. The doctor then left the way. After speaking to the Page 's again ; I started home but I continued to think about Deborah. Gee ; I would like to let made out with her and felt of all her pleasant-tasting body. I would never get the chance now.

My lecherousness and rage for Deborah burned inside me. I ca n't exactly explain my activeness after that. Something led me to drive over to Thompson 's. I saw old Mr. Thompson pulling in with the hearse as I drove by. I knew Deborah 's cadaver was in there and perhaps I might filch a peep at her yet. It was getting close to 9PM as I parked by car out of visual modality and snuck to the back of the funeral home. I caught a glimpse of Mr. Thompson placing Deborah 's shroud covered corpse in the mid-right drawer of the cooler as I looked through on the small basement windowpane behind the shrubbery. I waited a few minutes and he went up the footprint like he was leaving. Keeping hole-and-corner, I went around toward the front and watched him come out and go to his planetary house just across the parking lot from the funeral home. thing were working out so far. I went around to the basement door and turned the knob. The room access was n't even locked. I guess Mr. Homer Armstrong Thompson was n't too concerned about anyone breakage into a funeral home.

I looked around to get oriented and went over to the room access on the tank department where I had seen him place Deborah 's sheet-covered corpse. After opening the door ; I tentatively pulled the draftsman out and slowly lifted the sheet. In the dim light ; I saw Deborah 's picket face with her eyes closed. She looked like she was sleeping. My hands pulled the sheet slowly all the way off her and I gazed at her naked loveliness. Her long blonde hair was arranged so that it covered her breasts on each side. Her mitt were crossed across her stomach. My centre continued until they were staring at the light Robert Brown thin out bush of pubic hair covering her pussy. Her leg looked even longer now that she was nude. I could sense the organ in my pants start to stiffen as I moved the hair off her knocker and gently touched them. They felt moth-eaten but upright to the touch modality. My hands continued down until I was touching her bush. My dick felt like it was going to irrupt as I patted and rubbed the delicate entry to her womanhood. Now I rubbed each inhuman short shapely thigh. It was at this point I decided that I had to have got one more appointment with Deborah. I had to take her. I was n't going to let the fact that she was absolutely get in the way. I had to love what it was light to fuck her luscious organic structure.

I looked around and found the bag with the clothes that Deborah had been wearing when she collapsed. Dumping the contents of the bag out on the counter, I saw her livid panties in the peck. I put the privates of them to my nuzzle and inhaled the odour. It was kind of a sweetly slightly fishy olfaction which was very erotic to me. The panty went in my sac. side by side I picked up her bra ; looked it over and put it back in the bag. Was n't going to deal with putting it on her. I rolled Deborah 's consistence over on the tray and hooked the white supporter belt around her and then rolled her sheer nylon up her foresightful delectable branch and hooked them social movement and back into the garters. Next I sat her up and placed the sweater over her fountainhead and arms and pulled it down. I pulled the grayish wench over her feet and legs and then lifted her shapely hips to get it into place and push and zip it. Last but not least I placed the black hound on her lovely understructure. Deborah was properly dressed for our endure date.

I picked Deborah 's Sweet lovely body up gently and headed to the door and opened it and peered out. The slide was authorise so I head for my car. When I got to the car ; I lay Deborah 's corpse on the hood until got the door open. Nice hood ornament, I thought ! Picking up her consistence ; I placed it in the centre of the face fanny and arranged her long legs in front of her. I got in and cranked up the car. I arranged her head across my right shoulder and off we went. The Battle of Midway Drive-in was where we would pass our last engagement. The tuner was tuned to mine and Deborah 's ducky stone and rolling wave post and the DJ was spinning some good clobber by window pane, Ricky Nelson, The platter, The Drifters, and many others too legion to remember as I drove to the drive-in. My brim began to nibble on Deborah 's impart ear, then kiss her face as my right hand caressed her right tit through the sweater.

Once I arrived at the drive-in, I pulled up in front of the narrow booth and stopped so that Deborah 's face was blocked from purview. I payed our way and slowly take to the far quoin of the Drive-in and backed up into a blot as far away from everyone else as possible. I rolled the window down to place the speaker on it and rolled it back. Would n't you know that the second showing of an Elvis Movie was getting gear up to start. He was Deborah 's favorite singer. A go go date for her.

I tilted her head so I could kiss her cold slightly parted lip. After a few minutes of kissing ; I began to rub down her breasts through her perspirer and slowly pulled it up to reveal them. My hands caressed her cold dead titmouse and I kissed and sucked on the nipple. My dick was getting uncomfortable in my pants so I let it out and clamped Deborah 's stiffening fingers around my erect rod. meter to move on to other things. Reaching the posterior releases ; I unlatched them and lowered the front man seat tops against the freighter of the big back bum of the Chevy. I crawled in gage and pulled Deborah 's remains into the stake rear end.

After arranging her lovely body so that she was halfway sitting up in the nook ; I slowly slide her retentive skirt up to her shank revealing to a greater extent of her shapely stocking clad wooden leg as I went. Her virgin young pussy was now in opinion. I spread her legs encompassing apart and positioned my face to have a close look at it. My lips began to osculate the soft hair covering it and I then worked my tongue into the opening move and began to lick the interior of her slit lips. luscious ! It smelled cherubic and pissy at the same clock time but turned me on. My hard clapper licked and probed with a inflammation. I now had Deborah 's kitty-cat bedcover as all-encompassing apart as it would go and my tongue was as abstruse as I could get it.

My rod was fully vertical and pre-cum was leaking from it. I had to bury my rod in her short cunt. I got up between her legs and positioned my dick at the entrance to her sexual love hole. I made a pair of thrusts that missed but on the thirdly the head went inside her tight kettle of fish and stopped. Her virginal cunt was so fast it was hurting me but I continued to slowly inch my way in until I was against her hymen. It took several intemperately thrusts to decimate that obstruction and now I was hitting tush. Now I could get down to some serious screwing. I could n't consider I was having sex with Deborah. Something that would have got probably never ever happened was she not numb. I began to slowly slash all the way and then almost all the way out and fell into a rhythm. Gosh, her kitty-cat was good and something of mine was feeling break all the prison term. I glanced at Deborah 's case as I pumped her. She was so beautiful ; such flawless hide. I now began to realize that I could n't hold back a great deal longer. Deborah 's corpse was going to get a full warhead of my cum. As I felt my orgasm coming ; I rammed my dick as hard and oceanic abyss into Deborah as I could. I could feel wave after wave of pleasance as my dick continued to blast her pussy full of my hot steamy cum. Finally spent ; I collapsed on top of her and lovingly kissed her lips and rubbed her cool nipples with my fingers.

But all unspoiled thing must add up to an end. I had to get Deborah 's corpse back to the Funeral dwelling before Mr. Count Rumford discovered it missing. I rolled off and pulled my gasp back in position and zipped my dungaree. I now concentrated on Deborah. I took my handkerchief out of my pocket and wiped off the cum that was leaking out of her abruptly pussy. I wadded the handkerchief up and inserted it as far inside as I could to keep any More from leaking out. Before pulling her perspirer into place ; I passionately kissed her teat. Now I pulled her skirt back in place. I had to get her vertebral column into the front seat ! It was n't too easy but I managed to get her leggy remains back up front so the rear of the forepart seats could be latched be back into the up position. Once they were latched ; I climbed over the top and sat Deborah up in the middle of the seat beside me. I rolled down the window and replaced the talker and rolled up the window. I held Deborah close as I started the locomotive engine and moved toward the exit. Easing the Chevy out onto the road ; I headed back to Thompson 's funeral base as close to the speed demarcation as I could. Would n't be too promiscuous to excuse this situation if I was stopped by a cop for speeding.

When I reached the Funeral menage ; I pulled in where I had parked earlier and went around and got Deborah out and carried her to the basement entrance. I did n't see anyone so I opened the door and carried her in and placed her on a steel table. Pulling on the handgrip ; I opened the drawer I had took her from. Now to get her undressed. First the shoes were removed and placed in the bag where I had left her bra. Now I lifted Deborah 's headland and removed her sweater. I caressed her house breasts before I moved on to her skirt. After unbuttoning and unzipping it ; I pulled it down over her shapely hips and off over her long stocking clad legs and feet and placed it in the bag. My hands unsnapped the stockings from garter and removed the garter belt and placed it in the bag. Her second joint felt good to my touch as I rolled the sheer stockings down her legs and off her somewhat feet. Deborah was naked again.

I picked her up and placed her back in the drawer tray. I pulled my cum soaked hanky from her pussy and put it in my pocket. Before covering Deborah up ; I gave her pale lips a last passionate kiss. I would always think of our last date. Once she was covered ; I closed the cooler drawer. I remembered that I still had her panties in my air pocket and returned them to the bag. Suddenly I heard a haphazardness upstairs and I quickly ran to the seat door, opened it and ran to where I had hidden my car. My pith was pounding when I reached it and I sat for a bit before starting it. When I got home my parents were waiting and wondering where in the h I had been all night. Sure they knew Deborah had died but where had I been ? I apologized and made up a fib about how distraught I had been go eventide. I told them I had gone to the lake to consider. That appeared to get me off the hook at to the lowest degree for now.

I ate a little breakfast and took a nap. When I got up my mother told me that Deborah 's receiving of Quaker would be that night from7 until 9. I was dreading going for several reasons but there was no way out of it. Along with my parents ; I made my way to the Funeral domicile a fiddling before 7. Mr. Thompson greeted us and gave me a somewhat strange look. He knew what I had done ? ? I walked up to Deborah 's casket and looked at her. The common slenderize mesh netting was draped from the coffin lid to keep the rainfly away. She was clothed in her darling spiritualist blue William Ashley Sunday dress and had never looked lovelier. Her farseeing blonde whisker was arranged over each bosom. Such a lovely consistence lying in interminable peacefulness. After a prospicient facial expression ; I consoled the Page 's and sat down on a redact. I thought about our `` date '' last night and I wondered if Mr. Count Rumford had reported me to the police. He just had to know it was me.

After the eventide ended ; I lay in my bed wondering when they would come and get me. I was still wondering that the next day at the funeral. Such a lovely service, I shed a few tears there and at the graveside service as Deborah 's casket was lowered into the land and covered by the dirt.

Now it 's been over xl yr and I still recall my last date with Deborah. The police never did fall to get me. What reason did Mr. Homer Thompson have for not reporting me ? ? ?