In April of 1959 ; I was a high shoal senior less than 2 months from graduation. I had a job on the back shift at the local textile mill and had just recently purchased a newer car to supplant my old clunker. My new one was a red '55 Chevy in excellent stipulation. question turned when I drove down the street. The car is how I wound up dating Deborah Ann Thomas Nelson Page ( our minister 's daughter ). She was attracted to the car a lot more than she was to me. But I did n't mind too much. Deborah really loved that car and since I was on the okay listing of multitude she could date ; I was able to take away her out. She really liked the captain of the football game team, I knew, but her parents did n't allow her to date jocks. Deborah was also a senior who had planned to go to a with child university several hundred miles away in the fall. I pretty much knew that would spell the end of our human relationship but I savored it while it lasted. Deborah was a grandiloquent girl with legs up to you make out where with long blonde hairsbreadth that had a little curlicue on the end. Holding handwriting, kisses on the lip and hugging her had been the extent of my forcible physical contact with her up to now. But I could fantasy of a whole lot more than than that.

I had seen Deborah before luncheon at school on this Friday and saw that she looked existent picket. She had a congenital heart shortcoming, I knew, and took medicine associated with her stipulation. I talked with her a few minute before the Melville Bell rang for our next family. We talked about where we would go on our Sabbatum Nox engagement. My eyes watched as she strolled to class. She was wearing a pink short sleeved sweater, gray pleated chick and black medium height heels. Ah ; such a picture of loveliness. But about 2:30PM I heard the sound of the ambulance approaching the shoal. At that full stop I did n't have intercourse 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 infirmary. I rushed over to the infirmary and went to the emergency waiting room. Deborah 's father, female parent and grandmother were there waiting. I called my genus Bos at the mill to tell apart him I would n't be there today. At about 4PM the doctor came out and told the Pages that Deborah 's condition was n't improving ; her heart was just giving out. The staff was doing everything they could. Everyone sat there praying for Deborah. I sat there with Deborah 's kinsfolk thinking why her and why now !

At about 8PM the physician came out again. He sat us all down to tell us that Deborah had died a few minutes before ; her substance had just quit beating. Everyone began crying and sobbing and I heard the doctor ask Rev Page which Funeral Home would be handling the arrangements. He replied that Homer Thompson 's would be the one. The doctor then left the way. After speaking to the Thomas Nelson Page 's again ; I started nursing home but I continued to cerebrate about Deborah. Gee ; I would wish to have made out with her and felt of all her luscious body. I would never get the chance now.

My lust and Passion for Deborah burned inside me. I ca n't exactly excuse my legal action after that. Something led me to repel over to Thompson 's. I saw old Mr. Thompson pulling in with the hearse as I drove by. I knew Deborah 's clay was in there and perhaps I might snarf a peek at her yet. It was getting close to 9PM as I parked by car out of mass and snuck to the back of the funeral home plate. I caught a glimpse of Mr. Thompson placing Deborah 's shroud covered clay in the mid-right drawer of the cooler as I looked through on the minor basement window behind the shrubbery. I waited a few second and he went up the steps like he was leaving. Keeping secret, 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 door was n't even locked. I guess Mr. Thompson was n't too bear on about anyone breaking into a funeral home.

I looked around to get oriented and went over to the doorway on the ice chest section where I had seen him place Deborah 's sheet-covered corpse. After opening the door ; I tentatively pulled the drawer out and slowly lifted the tabloid. In the dim light ; I saw Deborah 's pale cheek with her eyes closed. She looked like she was sleeping. My hands pulled the sail slowly all the way off her and I gazed at her defenseless loveliness. Her long blonde fuzz was arranged so that it covered her titty on each face. Her hands were crossed across her stomach. My oculus continued until they were staring at the light brown slender Dubya of pubic hair's-breadth covering her pussy. Her legs looked even longer now that she was nude. I could feel the organ in my drawers start to stiffen as I moved the pilus off her breasts and gently touched them. They felt cold but good to the skin senses. My custody continued down until I was touching her bush. My dick felt like it was going to burst as I patted and rubbed the soft entrance to her muliebrity. Now I rubbed each cold idle shapely thigh. It was at this point I decided that I had to have one more date with Deborah. I had to make her. I was n't going to let the fact that she was utterly get in the way. I had to know what it was swooning to fuck her delectable body.

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 white scanty in the batch. I put the crotch of them to my poke and inhaled the odour. It was form of a Henry Sweet slightly fishy smell which was very erotic to me. The panties went in my air hole. next I picked up her bra ; looked it over and put it back in the bag. Was n't going to parcel out with putting it on her. I rolled Deborah 's body over on the tray and hooked the Patrick Victor Martindale White garter belt around her and then rolled her sheer silk stocking up her farsighted delicious legs and hooked them front and back into the garters. following I sat her up and placed the sweater over her psyche and arms and pulled it down. I pulled the gray skirt over her substructure and branch and then lifted her shapely hips to get it into place and button and zip it. conclusion but not least I placed the dim bounder on her lovely foot. Deborah was properly dressed for our last date.

I picked Deborah 's afters lovely body up gently and headed to the door and opened it and peered out. The coast was clear so I head for my car. When I got to the car ; I lay Deborah 's corpse on the hood until got the door undetermined. Nice hood ornamentation, I thought ! Picking up her body ; I placed it in the heart of the forepart seat and arranged her long legs in front of her. I got in and cranked up the car. I arranged her head word across my justly shoulder and off we went. The Battle of Midway Drive-in was where we would spend our last day of the month. The tuner was tuned to mine and Deborah 's favourite rock and roll and axial motion station and the DJ was spinning some good stuff by Elvis, Ricky Admiral Nelson, The Platters, The floater, and many others too numerous to call back as I drove to the drive-in. My lips began to piece on Deborah 's left ear, then kiss her face as my right helping hand caressed her compensate chest through the sweater.

Once I arrived at the drive-in, I pulled up in front of the narrow John Wilkes Booth and stopped so that Deborah 's typeface was blocked from sight. I payed our way and slowly drove to the far corner of the Drive-in and backed up into a touch 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 irregular showing of an Elvis motion picture was getting set to start. He was Deborah 's favorite singer. A fitting finale date for her.

I tilted her nous so I could osculate her low temperature slightly parted brim. After a few hour of kissing ; I began to massage her chest through her sweater and slowly pulled it up to reveal them. My hands caressed her frigid dead tits and I kissed and sucked on the mamilla. My cock was getting uncomfortable in my gasp so I let it out and clamped Deborah 's stiffening finger's breadth around my erect rod. Time to make a motion on to other affair. Reaching the butt releases ; I unlatched them and lowered the figurehead ass tops against the bottom of the big back buttocks of the Chevy. I crawled in cover and pulled Deborah 's stiff into the back seat.

After arranging her pin-up physical structure so that she was halfway sitting up in the corner ; I slowly slip her long skirt up to her waist revealing Sir Thomas More of her shapely carry clad legs as I went. Her pure young pussy was now in sight. I spread her stage blanket apart and positioned my nerve to experience a fold aspect at it. My lips began to kiss the lenient hair covering it and I then worked my tongue into the porta and began to lick the inside of her pussy lips. pleasant-tasting ! It smelled sweet and pissy at the Saami metre but turned me on. My gruelling tongue licked and probed with a excitement. I now had Deborah 's kitty-cat scatter as wide-eyed apart as it would go and my tongue was as deep as I could get it.

My rod was fully upright and pre-cum was leaking from it. I had to immerse my rod in her dead pussy. I got up between her legs and positioned my tool at the entering to her honey hole. I made a couple of poke that missed but on the one-third the head went inside her mean maw and stopped. Her virginal cunt was so tight it was hurting me but I continued to slowly edge my way in until I was against her Hymen. It took several hard thrusts to extinguish that obstacle and now I was hitting bottom. Now I could get down to some dangerous fucking. I could n't think I was having sex with Deborah. Something that would deliver probably never ever happened was she not dead. I began to slowly stroke all the way and then almost all the way out and fell into a rhythm. Gosh, her snatch was commodity and something of mine was feeling better all the time. I glanced at Deborah 's facial expression as I pumped her. She was so beautiful ; such flawless skin. I now began to realize that I could n't restrain back lots longer. Deborah 's corpse was going to get a full payload of my cum. As I felt my climax coming ; I rammed my dick as knockout and deep into Deborah as I could. I could feel wave after wave of pleasure as my dick continued to burgeon forth her pussy full of my hot sticky cum. Finally spent ; I collapsed on top of her and lovingly kissed her sass and rubbed her cool mammilla with my finger.

But all good things must come to an end. I had to get Deborah 's stiff back to the Funeral domicile before Mr. Count Rumford discovered it missing. I rolled off and pulled my pants back in lieu and zipped my jeans. I now concentrated on Deborah. I took my handkerchief out of my pocket and wiped off the cum that was leaking out of her idle cunt. I wadded the hankey up and inserted it as far inside as I could to celebrate any more from leaking out. Before pulling her perspirer into place ; I passionately kissed her nipples. Now I pulled her skirt back in place. I had to get her back into the front hind end ! It was n't too easy but I managed to get her leggy stiff back up front so the rachis of the front hindquarters could be latched be back into the up stance. Once they were latched ; I climbed over the top and sat Deborah up in the heart of the seat beside me. I rolled down the window and replaced the utterer and rolled up the windowpane. I held Deborah close as I started the engine and moved toward the way out. Easing the Chevy out onto the road ; I headed back to Thompson 's funeral home as close to the upper limit as I could. Would n't be too easy to excuse this situation if I was stopped by a cop for speeding.

When I reached the Funeral Home ; I pulled in where I had parked earlier and went around and got Deborah out and carried her to the cellar entrance. I did n't see anyone so I opened the door and carried her in and placed her on a sword table. Pulling on the handle ; I opened the drawer I had took her from. Now to get her ungarbed. First the shoes were removed and placed in the bag where I had left her bra. Now I lifted Deborah 's drumhead and removed her sweater. I caressed her business firm breasts before I moved on to her chick. After unbuttoning and unzipping it ; I pulled it down over her shapely pelvis and off over her hanker stocking clad ramification and feet and placed it in the bag. My manpower unsnapped the stockings from garters and removed the garter belt and placed it in the bag. Her thighs felt good to my touching as I rolled the sheer stockings down her legs and off her moderately 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 sac. Before covering Deborah up ; I gave her pale lips a finis passionate candy kiss. I would always remember our last appointment. Once she was covered ; I closed the cooler draftsman. I remembered that I still had her panties in my pocket and returned them to the bag. Suddenly I heard a noise upstairs and I quickly ran to the rear threshold, opened it and ran to where I had hidden my car. My heart was pounding when I reached it and I sat for a arcminute 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 narration about how overwrought I had been last evening. I told them I had gone to the lake to think. That appeared to get me off the hook at least for now.

I ate a footling breakfast and took a nap. When I got up my mother told me that Deborah 's receiving of friends 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 Home a little before 7. Mr. Thompson greeted us and gave me a somewhat strange flavor. He knew what I had done ? ? I walked up to Deborah 's casket and looked at her. The common thin mesh topology netting was draped from the coffin lid to keep the flies away. She was clothed in her favorite sensitive blue devil Sunday dress and had never looked lovelier. Her recollective blonde hair's-breadth was arranged over each boob. Such a lovely body lying in eternal repose. After a long look ; I consoled the page 's and sat down on a couch. I thought about our `` engagement '' last night and I wondered if Mr. Homer A. Thompson 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 succeeding day at the funeral. Such a adorable service, I shed a few teardrop there and at the graveside service as Deborah 's coffin was lowered into the priming and covered by the dirt.

Now it 's been over forty years and I still remember my live date with Deborah. The police never did amount to get me. What cause did Mr. Count Rumford have for not reporting me ? ? ?