I was glad his mom had found companionship again. She and my mom still did a yearly trip to visit the big malls in Chicago, and still occasionally had...coffee. Well, that’s what I was told anyway. Jo knew — she even went with them on occasion. The pastor said a few words, something about ‘going to a better place.’ I almost snorted at that, but Jo gripped me harder at that moment. She knew me. She knew what I thought and what I would have expressed had we not been at a funeral. I’d have said. I’d replay the scene in my head later and make myself come and come–maybe in my bed that night, or perhaps the bathroom if I couldn’t wait, or one time, extra daring, at my cubicle because I was waiting for a phone call and couldn’t leave my desk.“Hungry little whore,” he groaned as I squeezed my pussy tight, the sound of him fucking me filling the little copy room. There were three copiers on this floor and this one was old and temperamental–no one liked to use it. But it was a busy office and. "Come over here you two, where I can reach your shorts." The merchandise was thoroughly acceptable -- a perfect matched set except for Alpha being circumcised and Beta not so. And Beta was clean-shaven, vs Alpha's pile of tightly-curled, translucent blond pubic hair. Interesting contrasts, she thought -- having never before seen either an uncut cock or a white one -- or a clean-shaven one, either. After initial introductions during which Carrie discovered that for deep-throating, rather like. Not bad, I like to look at myself, I liked the way my naked boobs stood out proudly, although not big, they were a very nice handful; now for at top. I tried on a T-shirt, no good, how about a button up shirt, perhaps just tied up under my bust. No didn't look right. I found an old denim waistcoat, it fitted ok except I couldn't do it up, all of it's buttons were missing. I had a flash, using an old shoelace I tied the two sides together, leaving a good inch gap to show of my naked skin.