She had always herd the stories of what they do when they get a young sexy woman in the morgue; then slice and diced, poked and probed during an autopsy before being buried in a cold grave. “I don’t want to die, not like this.” she cried to herself. She realized that her time was almost up, it would tits only be a few more seconds now and it would all be over, still she was terrified. Her attractive face took on a look of desperation. Her mind was full of whirling images, Abigail's last thoughts were of her family in Virginia. Oh David" she thought", How I wish I was with you safe in your arms, my darling". She came to rest on her back the bottoms of her satin high heels scooting against the floor with last death twitches while her legs spread wide open. Her tongue of her mouth protruded and lolled out bloody foam welled from her mouth as she tried to suck precious air. Abigail's Exquisite blue eyes became blindly fixed in a death stare in tortured exhausted incredulity into space. “Mother…” Abigail tried to speak, as a tear ran down her cheek and With that thought; her heart beat one last time and her earthly vision faded to black her last breath drifted out of her body. Death spasms rippled in the muscles of her gorgeous athletic slim legs. In a shudder that ran along the body and with a the sound of a death rattle from her throat, Abigail's arms fell back, her head rolled slightly to the right side. A trickle of blood slid out of her mouth. But her soul and spirit were very much alive. Her expression seems peaceful allure and satisfied. The last earthly image she saw was a series of bright lights/circles beckoning her toward it as her soul/spirit was released. Suddenly; there was no more pain and suffering. She still had adorable the ecstatic orgasmic smile amateur on her face seen just before the crash. A figure dressed in white held out it's hand to take her's from her body and lifted toward heaven and said "Welcome, Abigail, I've been expecting you. I need your lovely alto voice to sing in the heavenly choir". She immediately recognized the figure as the Lord Jesus Christ as soon as she touched his hand; her soul/spirit had a new heavenly body, clothed in a white gown, more beautiful than her earthly body had ever been. Abigail Miller was in heaven. Her eyes were wide open, pale blue eyes stared asian in the last outrage of death and horror. “C’mon in,” Brian said, shouldering the hotel room door open and swinging Stephanie’s travel bag inside. An air conditioner rattled to life in the window beside the door as he flicked the lights on and revealed the small room’s modest accommodations. A single bed took up most of the room, a bag of clothes and costumes strewn across its covers, and the seat of the easy chair beside the nightstand was occupied by a large cardboard packing box. Opposite the bed, Brian’s things were an untidy sprawl atop the dresser, which doubled as the TV stand. The far side of the room was sectioned off by a minimal bathroom, leaving an alcove outside it for a mirror and sink. From upstairs there is the sound of yelling. She giggled. With Michael?” Standing in the room completely naked, with a complete stranger and you, amateur my gorgeous wife tied to a bed completely unaware. Her mien was serious as she looked down at his adorable son. I’ve sorted asian out most of the girls on our national volley ball team. “I think you’re right but give me a couple of minutes, that was pretty intense,” he simply stroked her, her shoulders, her back, down both flanks until she said, “Ready.” He went to draw her bath. “Oh, Rebecca... Tits screams, a heartbreaking cry of pain even through her Reflex, and she stiffens, pushing her back into a steeper arch. She knocked on the hotel room, praying that Jessica would open it quickly. Now my face was buried in her tits ass as we both pushed for allure my tongue to go deeper inside her. Juliana he figured knew the same thing but would probably not bring it up out of embracement.