This was an unbelievable sensation, fucking her glamorous younger self, while she screamed out in perfect theatrical tones "Now! Spunk into my shithol.... Love my shit, love my shit, love my shit!"Well... Definitely not something for the time-sheet. And yes, my work was signed-off satisfactory.About as different as you could get was the only other one I've ever screwed on the job since I started with the firm. A rough, crude, openly randy old Yorshirewoman called Maureen. No doubt quite elegant. "The day was actually quite hot and Dan and Lisa were not at all uncomfortable. They spent the rest of the afternoon lying on the blanket and just talking. Well, maybe not just talking, but their sexual activity was limited to kissing and a few caresses. When they became hungry they dug into the packs for supper. Since this wasn't an extended trip they had taken mostly canned food, but for the first night Lisa had suggested hot dogs. They built a small fire on the rocks near the edge of the. She reached the bottom of the escalator and did not see a sign of him. Concerned he might have been delayed she reached into her purse for her phone, when a hand holding a bouquet of flowers came into her range of vision, She looked up and turned to find him standing there with a crooked smile on his face. She was immediately struck by the color of his blue eyes, they glinted with humour and mischievousness. He leaned into her cheek to whisper a soft ‘Hello Kat!’ into her ear, she felt herself. The day was gray and overcast, befitting the occasion.If you asked me today what I did or what I said between the night Charli died and the day of the funeral, I couldn't tell you. I was emotionless, a blank, an automaton that did as she was told. Lisbeth told me I spent a lot of time sitting and staring at the walls.The graveside service was mercifully brief, then we drove to Charli's parents' house to eat. I think it is a strange custom to gather for food and drink after someone dies; others.