We got in my car and drove to an old cemetery at the edge of town. Several prostitutes are buried there. These ladies died when a blaze burned down th...ir den of ill repute in the early 1900s. When we got to the grave of one of the prostitutes, i spread out a blanket and foam pad and told Jeffrey take off his clothes and lie on his side. Then i walked back to my car to get my dildo and i strapped it on. I walked back to Jeffrey – naked except for my fake cock. I laid down behind him and,. She let Max jump up on the bed right on top of the spread with the hearts and little cupids shooting arrows into happy boys and girls. She petted Max for a few minutes and talked softly to him in a little girl voice pretending she was not already almost eighteen and close to being a real woman. “Good boy doggy”, she whispered to Max and then she slid underneath him as he stood up on top off the bed. She crouched under him and her head was right under his hairy sheath with the visible pink of. He pushed in a little more and a little more soon I had about half of him in my mouth. He stopped and held my head still then he started to slowly pull his cock out until only the head was in my mouth. He then pushed it back in again, this time deeper than the first. He continued to do this over and over until I felt the hair on his balls touch my nose. I knew I had all of his cock in my mouth. He slowly started to fuck my mouth moving in and out a couple of inches every time.I had never ever. Your husband was a patriot, Mrs. Weathers. Know that he loved his country. And that he loved you more. His spirit will live on and will never die. He will never be forgotten. With regards, Brian Ainsley CPT, US Army’ Closing the letter up, Sarah wiped the tears from her cheek and took a deep breath. She couldn’t believe that he was gone. Part of him would never be gone. Jeff would always be there. In his favorite chair. In the bed frame that she slept in that he had made by hand. In the roof.