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Brooke slowly shook her head. She had heard enough, she felt incredibly uncomfortable at the thought of the man touching her body with his large wrinkled hands. Mr Slater on the other hand looked down at the girl, excited for the day he could spend time with the sick girl’s body. PART 2 - EXAMINATION Brooke White died sooner than the doctors had expected. A day after her meeting with Mr. Slater she had been walking through the town’s park, with her brother, when a searing heat came across her head. She took a seat on a park bench where life slowly faded out and her delicate heart soon stopped. Mr Slater entered the morgue and saw the adorable girl he had once met lying on her back on the table, still fully clothed in the outfit she had dressed herself in that morning. He knew Brooke White would be back, he just didn’t expect it so soon. He walked towards her, firmly asserting his hand on her small ankle. “Back so soon?” he grinned, his large hand crawling up the nylon of her black leggings and over her muscular thigh which he slowly caressed. Mr Slater soon felt a warmth on the girl’s cooling body. “Had a little accident?” he asked her, a large patch of urine soaked into the material of the leggings. Of course, Brooke never answered. Her head was resting on the metal block, her green eyes hung slightly open and her dry lips were slowly turning a subtle blue. Mr Slater walked to the foot of the table and untied the laces of the girl’s sneakers, slipping them off her small feet along with the white socks she also wore. He tossed her shoes aside and wandered to the head of the table and ran his hand through the locks of Brooke’s dark hair, gazing at her paling young face. Mr Slater Hardcore reached for the base of Brooke’s t-shirt and rolled it up her torso, revealing her toned smooth stomach. He pulled it over the hurdle which was her large D cup breasts and continued up, pulling it over her head and yanking her thin arms out. Mr Slater threw the t-shirt aside and gazed at the girl’s breasts which sat comfortably in a lacy pink bra. He placed his large hand on her left tit and squeezed it hard, leaving firm impressions on the girl’s breast where sucking his fingers had dug in. Mr Slater let out a little chuckle to himself. He moved down to the girl’s lower garments and began to pull the tight leggings off her, revealing her smooth toned legs. He crawled his hand up her legs taking great pleasure in massaging the muscular thigh of the deceased girl. “You’re beautiful” he muttered, examining Brooke who was now wearing nothing but her underwear; a pink bra and black panties. He placed his fingers on the warm wet patch of the girl’s panties, taking time to feel her vagina underneath. The girl’s pussy was tight, and wet with the remnants of the urine. “You poor thing” he sympathised, pulling the urine-soaked panties down petite the girl’s legs. He made his way back up to the head of the table and lifted Brooke up into a seated position, her limp torso leaning against Mr Slater. He looked down as blondes his large hands fumbled with the strap at the back of Brooke’s pink bra until is suddenly snapped apart and her large firm breasts fell free from the constraints of the undergarments. Find out what you are.” Filling her slowly. Jan blondes knew how to manipulate a man. And she was not going to be denied that which she felt was her birthright, as a sexually mature older woman. "Hungry for more," I answered. “She and Phil are really close too. “Teach her how to eat pussy. I flicked my fingers back and forth as she started to mover her hips and moan again. I drove my girl-dick to the Hardcore hilt in her. Mala felt the pressure on her breasts. Do you know who that person was? My fingers, sticky with my cunt cream, grabbed her rump. After all, students shouldn’t be smoking weed on school petite grounds, that’s just common sense. Its so… so good. I went to a crossdresser friendly store to pick out a naughty outfit. “Will you let me go when it’s done?” Diamond asked, running her hands up my thighs. Threaten my Master! "Why are you in my bed son and why is Mr Byrne in your bed?" He lunged for a stab, sucking and I sidestepped him, bluffing a parry, and risking his blade at my ribs to deliver an overhand. What if he wants to fuck me?” He carefully removed his shirt, and bunched it together. “Why would I be mad?