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I'd like to have a piece of that ass. And that would never ever happen if she was alive. As I pondered whether it would be worth the risk; the devil won out and I raised the rifle again and adjusted the scope elevation for the distance to Mrs. Palmer and squeezed the trigger. The rifle barked and I saw my 2 legged "deer" fall backward on the bench; convulse a few times and then she was still. Climbing down out cutie of the stand; I made my way down the hill and across the creek. Christine Palmer lay on her back on the bench with her feet on the ground. Her blue eyes were open in a glassy death stare. There was a large red stain on her thick sweater between her breasts where my bullet had pierced her heart. I had done it so might as well check her out. My hands lifted the bloody sweater up above her lacy white bra that was also bloody near the wound. I took my hunting knife and cut the bra and removed the cups from her delicious looking breasts. Her ample bosoms sagged to each side. They were still warm to the touch as I squeezed them with my hands. My hardening cock stirred in japanese my pants and I felt a drop of pre-cum leak from the end of it. My hands slid down her smoothe stomach and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. I saw that the crotch had a large wet stain before sliding them down over her shapely hips to her ankles. She was clad in white lacy french-cut panties soiled and dripping with her yellow death urine that I also pulled to her ankles. At this point; I pulled the pissy jeans and panties off over her shoes; discarding the jeans and placing the wet panties to my nose to inhale her scent. Christine had a thick lustrious bush of dark brown pubic hair covering her moist cunt. I dropped to my knees and buried my face into her pussy and stuck my tongue as far into her crevice as possible. It still had a lingering tinge of warmth and tasted and smelled slightly sweet, pissy and fishy at the same time. Such good pussy and I hadn't even fucked it yet. But I was definitely ready to. Christine's body was about as lubed as I could get it. Grasping the hands; I pulled the body across the bench so that it was all lying flat on the bench. I removed the rest of her clothes and shoes and now Christine Palmer was as naked as the day she was born; except for the rings on her finger and the pierced earrings. Seeing the lovely icy blue dead flesh lying there so still and available made the lust completely overtake me. My cock was as long and hard as I ever remember it as I pulled down my pants and underwear and lowered myself onto my 2 legged "deer" and slid my throbbing organ into her until our pubic hairs meshed. As I fucked her dead pussy; my eyes surveyed the body beneath me. Her shoulder length dark brown hair smelled good as I sniffed it. Her face fuck was very beautiful and her eye makeup accented her blue eyes perfectly as her cherry red lipstick did the slightly parted lips. Her lovely tits jiggled as I pounded my rod into her. She wanted pleasure in her pussy. They voted for me. They made me homecumming queen. Luckily for them, you can get that rush even if there's no breeding going on. “Sodomize her, Billy!” moaned Cali, working three fingers in and cutie out of her snatch. ‘We japanese put a little extra of ourselves in.’ “And this is Mr. Jackson. “Can you see his hands?” Hank asked and slid his right hand out from under her shirt and down under her skirt. “If the two of you stay together, it’s pretty damned certain.” No plan on leaving off fucking him, as long as he wanted it, though. Mireille lays me on the bed, my erection pointing to the ceiling. Her pleas of, “Jack, please go slow” eventually turned to demands, “Jack, fuck me deep and hard with your big cock!” My panties were still off. “You came into the boy's locker room, you little tease,” he growled, slamming his huge dick into me. She turns around and locks the door from the inside and pulls it tight. With my eyes staring at his bulging cock, I placed my palms on his thighs. “Carpet for 4 please!” fuck “You're ready for it,” I told her, feeling a little prickle across my thoughts as my powers sank into her. Do you have any ideas of what you’d like?” I had nearly brought myself back under control when my sister-in-law, Julie, opened the front door. She bent over, black hair curtaining her blushing face. She also had a serious reaction when she recognized my name, plus her name was Dana and mine was David.