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Once outside; Carl fixed the latch of the door where it would lock and then closed the door. You couldn't even tell anything had gone on here tonight. After placing the items in the van; they sped away in to the night. The next night; Carl sold the jewelry and the dress and shoes. He allowed Derrick to keep the bra, panties, and stockings for his girlfriend. EPILOGUE Three years later; Danny Featherstone is still grieving over the loss of his lovely young bride. He wakes up regularly with nightmares of the accident. Not a day goes by that he doesn't think about Beth. Occasionally those thoughts return to the short japanese happy times he experienced with his lovely wife before the fetish accident. The woman who was driving the van that hit the couple head and was charged and convicted with "Crossing the Center Line" and "Misdemeanor Death by Vehicle" couldn't deal with the fact that she had killed the young bride. Her marriage collapsed and she committed suicide a year later and was cremated. Meanwhile; Derrick is serving the second year of a seven year sentence after being convicted of numerous robberies and thefts not related to Beth Featherstone. Carl died 3 months ago of AIDS contracted from a prostitute he visited about a month after the crypt break in. He had paid the prostitute with some of the money he made from the sale of Beth's Jewelry and Wedding Dress. Ian Fisher, the young morgue attendant, is now getting his pathology residency training at a large metropolitan hospital near Beth's hometown. He has satisfied his lust with several of his female "clients", in the 3 years since his interlude with the young bride, when the opportunity presented itself for him to be alone with them. The naked corpse of Mrs. Beth Dodd Featherstone lies, slowly putrefying, in her casket in the Dodd family crypt. The final indignities inflicted upon the young bride were never detected. 2 MOTHERS PART 2 Chapter Four: Henry "Mom! amateur I don't have any clothes on!" Henry protested. "That's all right, Henry. I want to have a little BDSM talk with you." Margret said. It was late at night. The previous day's counseling session with Walter had ignited Margret's carnal curiosity. Margaret had deliberately entered her son's room asian without knocking, hoping to catch him in the nude. She almost succeeded. Henry had just come out of the shower, but he was still holding the towel, and he automatically covered his crotch with it when the door opened. She smiled and let japanese me lift her up. Of course, now I know what she was talking about but that doesn’t BDSM change the fact that what she did was wrong. I know how to count and when is safe period. Her muscular coils clenched about my body. They asian simply had to be bandaged up by the mob doctor. My cum was starting to drip from the overflowing pussy and down into the crack of her ass. But....... "Fuck, yeah," I groaned. There was a wet, sucking kind of sound and when fetish she removed her hands from beneath her skirt one was holding a silver egg-shaped vibrator, slick with her juices, its humming much more pronounced now that it was out in the amateur open. I slide my two fingers into her pussy and begin massaging her G-spot. Learning one of the most common languages in the world seemed to be such an advantage, especially once I served a few years in the military.