In April of 1959 ; I was a gamey school day senior to a lesser extent than 2 months from commencement exercise. I had a job on the s shimmy at the local textile mill and had just recently purchased a newer car to replace my old clunker. My new one was a red '55 Chevy in splendid condition. Head turned when I drove down the street. The car is how I wound up dating Deborah Ann Page ( our rector '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 approved lean of mass she could engagement ; I was able-bodied to take her out. She really liked the maitre d' of the football team, I knew, but her parents did n't take into account her to date supporter. Deborah was also a senior who had planned to go to a boastfully university several hundred miles away in the fall. I pretty often knew that would import the end of our relationship but I savored it while it lasted. Deborah was a tall fille with peg up to you know where with long blonde whisker that had a petty curl on the end. Holding hands, osculation on the sass and hugging her had been the extent of my physical middleman with her up to now. But I could fantasize of a unit lot Thomas More than that.

I had seen Deborah before lunch at schooling on this Friday and saw that she looked material pale. She had a congenital nitty-gritty defect, I knew, and took medicament associated with her condition. I talked with her a few minutes before the bell rang for our succeeding class. We talked about where we would go on our Saturday night date. My eyes watched as she strolled to stratum. She was wearing a garden pink short sleeved sweater, gray pleated dame and black medium meridian heels. Ah ; such a picture of comeliness. But about 2:30PM I heard the sound of the ambulance approaching the school. At that percentage point I did n't sleep together who it was coming for. Only after school was out at 3:00PM did I hear that Deborah had collapsed and was taken to the hospital. I rushed over to the infirmary and went to the emergency waiting elbow room. Deborah 's father, female parent and grandmother were there waiting. I called my boss at the milling machinery to order 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 warmness 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 process why her and why now !

At about 8PM the doctor came out again. He sat us all down to severalize us that Deborah had died a few minutes before ; her heart had just quit drubbing. Everyone began crying and sobbing and I heard the doctor ask Rev varlet which Funeral menage would be handling the organisation. He replied that Homer Armstrong Thompson 's would be the one. The Doctor then left the room. After speaking to the Page 's again ; I started dwelling but I continued to think about Deborah. Gee ; I would like to have made out with her and felt of all her luscious body. I would never get the opportunity now.

My lust and Passion of Christ for Deborah burned inside me. I ca n't exactly excuse my natural process after that. Something led me to drive over to Count Rumford 's. I saw old Mr. Thompson pulling in with the hearse as I drove by. I knew Deborah 's corpse was in there and perhaps I might sneak a peep at her yet. It was getting close to 9PM as I parked by car out of sight and snuck to the dorsum of the funeral home. I caught a glimpse of Mr. Count Rumford placing Deborah 's sheet covered clay in the mid-right drawer of the cooler as I looked through on the small basement windows behind the shrubbery. I waited a few min and he went up the steps like he was leaving. Keeping surreptitious, I went around toward the strawman and watched him come out and go to his house just across the parking lot from the funeral home. affair were working out so far. I went around to the cellar doorway and turned the thickening. The doorway was n't even locked. I guess Mr. Thompson was n't too concerned about anyone breaking into a funeral habitation.

I looked around to get oriented and went over to the doorway on the cooler 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 rag. In the dim igniter ; I saw Deborah 's pale face with her heart closed. She looked like she was sleeping. My hands pulled the sheet slowly all the way off her and I gazed at her nude fairness. Her long blonde hair was arranged so that it covered her titty on each side. Her hands were crossed across her stomach. My eyes continued until they were staring at the light brownness thin George Walker Bush of pubic hair covering her kitty-cat. Her branch looked even longer now that she was nude sculpture. I could experience the organ in my pants start to constrain as I moved the pilus off her breasts and gently touched them. They felt insensate but good to the touch. My hands continued down until I was touching her bush. My tool felt like it was going to burst as I patted and rubbed the soft entryway to her womanhood. Now I rubbed each cold dead shapely thigh. It was at this point I decided that I had to induce one Sir Thomas More date with Deborah. I had to deliver her. I was n't going to let the fact that she was all in get in the way. I had to do it what it was light to bang her luscious torso.

I looked around and found the bag with the clothes that Deborah had been wearing when she collapsed. Dumping the capacity of the bag out on the counter, I saw her white panties in the nap. I put the crotch of them to my nose and inhaled the aroma. It was sort of a sweet-scented slightly fishy smell which was very erotic to me. The scanty went in my pocket. adjacent I picked up her bra ; looked it over and put it back in the bag. Was n't going to handle with putting it on her. I rolled Deborah 's trunk over on the tray and hooked the Theodore Harold White garter belt around her and then rolled her sheer rayons up her long luscious wooden leg and hooked them movement and back into the garters. side by side I sat her up and placed the perspirer over her promontory and weapons system and pulled it down. I pulled the gray bird over her feet and peg and then lifted her shapely hips to get it into station and button and zip it. Last but not to the lowest degree I placed the black heels on her lovely base. Deborah was properly dressed for our finally date.

I picked Deborah 's sweet lovely body up gently and headed to the door and opened it and peered out. The seacoast was clear so I head for my car. When I got to the car ; I lay Deborah 's clay on the hood until got the door open. Nice hood ornament, I thought ! Picking up her body ; I placed it in the eye of the straw man butt 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 midway Drive-in was where we would drop our end day of the month. The radio was tuned to mine and Deborah 's favourite rock and roll and roll station and the DJ was spinning some sound material by Elvis, Ricky Horatio Nelson, The Platters, The vagrant, and many others too legion to commemorate as I drove to the drive-in. My lips began to nibble on Deborah 's left ear, then kiss her cheek as my right hand caressed her right breast 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 face was blocked from view. I payed our way and slowly get to the far corner of the Drive-in and backed up into a spot as far away from everyone else as possible. I rolled the window down to place the verbaliser on it and rolled it back. Would n't you know that the second showing of an Elvis motion picture was getting ready to originate. He was Deborah 's favorite singer. A fitting in conclusion escort for her.

I tilted her head so I could kiss her cold slightly parted brim. After a few minutes of kissing ; I began to rub down her white meat through her jumper and slowly pulled it up to divulge them. My hands caressed her moth-eaten dead breast and I kissed and sucked on the nipples. My dick was getting uncomfortable in my pants so I let it out and clamped Deborah 's stiffening finger's breadth around my erect rod. Time to move on to other things. Reaching the seat releases ; I unlatched them and lowered the front butt tops against the can of the big back seat of the Chevy. I crawled in back and pulled Deborah 's corpse into the back seat.

After arranging her lovely body so that she was halfway sitting up in the corner ; I slowly slid her long skirt up to her waist revealing more of her shapely stocking clad legs as I went. Her virginal offspring cunt was now in view. I spread her legs widely apart and positioned my cheek to have a close facial expression at it. My lips began to osculate the diffuse hair covering it and I then worked my clapper into the opening and began to clobber the inside of her pussycat lips. Delicious ! It smelled sweet-flavored and pissy at the same prison term but turned me on. My hard tongue licked and probed with a fervor. I now had Deborah 's slit ranch as wide of the mark apart as it would go and my tongue was as deep as I could get it.

My rod was fully set up and pre-cum was leaking from it. I had to bury my rod in her all in cunt. I got up between her legs and positioned my dick at the entryway to her love maw. I made a span of driving force that missed but on the third base the head went inside her tight cakehole and stopped. Her virginal pussy was so pissed it was hurting me but I continued to slowly inch my way in until I was against her Hymen. It took respective intemperately thrusts to do away with that obstacle and now I was hitting bottom. Now I could get down to some grave fucking. I could n't believe I was having sex with Deborah. Something that would have probably never ever happened was she not dead. I began to slowly shot all the way and then almost all the way out and fell into a rhythm. Gosh, her pussycat was good and something of mine was feeling better all the meter. I glanced at Deborah 's face as I pumped her. She was so beautiful ; such flawless skin. I now began to realize that I could n't hold back much longer. Deborah 's cadaver was going to get a full loading of my cum. As I felt my orgasm coming ; I rammed my shaft as hard and recondite into Deborah as I could. I could finger wave after wave of delight as my dick continued to pullulate her cunt broad of my hot sticky cum. Finally spent ; I collapsed on top of her and lovingly kissed her sass and rubbed her cool nipples with my fingers.

But all good thing must fall to an end. I had to get Deborah 's corpse back to the Funeral menage before Mr. Thompson discovered it missing. I rolled off and rip my drawers back in place and zipped my jeans. I now concentrated on Deborah. I took my hankey out of my scoop and wiped off the cum that was leaking out of her short slit. I wadded the hanky up and inserted it as far inside as I could to proceed any more from leaking out. Before pulling her sweater into place ; I passionately kissed her pap. Now I pulled her skirt back in billet. I had to get her back into the front place ! It was n't too leisurely but I managed to get her leggy cadaver back up front so the backrest of the front 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 verbaliser and rolled up the window. I held Deborah close as I started the engine and moved toward the passing. Easing the Chevy out onto the road ; I headed back to Thompson 's funeral home as close to the f number point of accumulation 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 base ; 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 blade mesa. Pulling on the handle ; I opened the draftsman I had took her from. Now to get her peel. First the shoe were removed and placed in the bag where I had left her bra. Now I lifted Deborah 's promontory and removed her sweater. I caressed her business firm breasts before I moved on to her skirt. After unbuttoning and unzipping it ; I pulled it down over her shapely hip joint and off over her long stocking clad pegleg and feet and placed it in the bag. My hands unsnapped the stockings from garters and removed the garter whack and placed it in the bag. Her thighs felt good to my touch as I rolled the sheer stockings down her legs and off her passably feet. Deborah was naked again.

I picked her up and placed her backrest in the drawer tray. I pulled my cum soaked hankie from her puss and put it in my pocket. Before covering Deborah up ; I gave her pale lips a finis passionate osculation. I would always remember our lowest date. Once she was covered ; I closed the tank drawer. I remembered that I still had her scanty in my sac and returned them to the bag. Suddenly I heard a dissonance upstairs and I quickly ran to the ass room access, opened it and ran to where I had hidden my car. My spirit was pounding when I reached it and I sat for a minute 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 story about how distraught I had been last evening. I told them I had gone to the lake to reckon. That appeared to get me off the bait at to the lowest degree for now.

I ate a little breakfast and took a nap. When I got up my female parent told me that Deborah 's receiving of friends would be that Night from7 until 9. I was dreading going for respective 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 look. He knew what I had done ? ? I walked up to Deborah 's coffin and looked at her. The usual thin meshing netting was draped from the jewel casket lid to go on the flies away. She was clothed in her favorite medium blue Sunday clothes and had never looked lovelier. Her foresighted blond haircloth was arranged over each breast. Such a lovely body lying in everlasting ataraxis. After a foresightful look ; I consoled the varlet 's and sat down on a couch. I thought about our `` particular date '' endure night and I wondered if Mr. Thompson had reported me to the police. He just had to know it was me.

After the eve ended ; I lay in my bed wondering when they would get and get me. I was still wondering that the side by side day at the funeral. Such a lovely Robert William Service, I shed a few tears there and at the graveside Service as Deborah 's coffin was lowered into the terra firma and covered by the dirt.

Now it 's been over forty geezerhood and I still remember my shoemaker's last date with Deborah. The police force never did come to get me. What reason did Mr. Count Rumford have for not reporting me ? ? ?