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I skinny had no clue if she wanted that to Hardcore happen or was just playing with my pregnancy fetish but either way I was beyond excited and couldn’t wait to hear what she had in store. Something about how she said it... made it seem like she was issuing a challenge... PART 1 – EXPIRATION Brooke White apprehensively approached the Slater Funeral Home & Mortuary. It was the only facility of it’s kind in the county and it was a place she knew she would soon be. Brooke, who was only petite 19, was surprised when she was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumour almost a year earlier. She didn’t feel any different, apart from the frequent headaches, she was still the adorable bubbly girl she had always been. It was her father’s idea to bring her to visit Mr Slater, the funeral director. Brooke was naturally scared of death, she didn’t know what to expect. She had explained countlessly to her father the fear of her passing, the uncertainty about her body and the process adorable which awaited her in the small town’s mortuary. Brooke walked behind her father and into the morgue. She was a short girl, with long black hair which she had tied up into a bun. She had dressed herself that morning in a tight black t-shirt which brought emphasis to the amateur large D sized breasts. Brooke wore on her lower half some tight black leggings which showed the shape of her toned short legs. Brooke felt the softness of the carpet through her sneakers as she stepped into the funeral home, the place smelled floral and fresh. Mr Slater soon appeared, and he did not meet Brooke’s expectations. The man was old, probably old enough to be her grandfather. He walked with a hobble and was slightly hunched over. “Hello” he grinned, gazing down at Brooke who stood at only 5’3. “Hey” Brooke shyly smiled, her green eyes glancing away pov from the director. Brooke’s dad and Mr Slater shook hands before he led them to his office a short way up the hall, they all took a seat around Mr Slater’s large oak desk. “So” Mr Slater spoke, his voice echoing around the room. “You want to know what will happen when you die?” he continued, his eyes looking down at Brooke. “Yeah” Brooke spoke, looking nervously up towards her father. “Go ahead” he reassured her. “It’s not so much what happens to me, but what will happen with my body. What happens here and stuff?” she tried to explain, her voice wavering with nerves. Mr Slater nodded his head. “Well, where do you want me to start? A moment Hardcore later, his face nuzzled between them. I still have it. She squeezes her large breasts into his face. “Yes, Mr Nice...” she said, her sarcasm was quite obvious, she then added “He is cute though” she could not stop teasing her husband and enjoyed him blushing in embarrassment. “Yes. “Hold on. Clara rose from the bed, and pulled amateur apart the cheeks of Georgette’s ass, exposing her tightly clenched rosebud to the assemblage. Her real name was Mrs. Minx, my best friend's married mother, a woman I'd known my entire life. But now with the new angle, I could continue my assault. He tried once again to rise and was once again forcefully pressed back into the desk. I laughed out loud thinking how wrong that man skinny had got it. Rose explained pov that she was one of the organisers of a carnival parade and that petite she’d volunteered a horse with Lady Godiva on it, adorable but still hadn’t found anyone willing to play the part. “I work best alone, Your Highness. “Go and get us some more beers Becky.” From his parking spot, he could see the young station attendant walk up and talk to her as she sat at the pump, and he turned, grabbed the nozzle and opened her tank door.