Marc, who always seemed like a shy, sweet guy, kept saying things like, "Jesus, Man." "She can take a lot more, Marc. Don't worry about her. Serious...y. Just concentrate on form for now." You instructed him on the best form and pointed out how red my ass was getting. "I like to have her spread her legs like this"--here you slid your hand between my thighs and they sprang open as you had taught me--"and I do spank her pussy and asshole when she particularly deserves it." I was beyond. I felt a cold anger when I saw the man who had started the saga as he led a weeping woman, whom I presumed was Stephanie's mother, behind the coffin.I stayed in the background, only entering the church after everyone else. As a total atheist I deplore the whole idea of religion but funeral services are the worst. Stephanie was gone, not to somewhere greater, just gone; not because it was a god's wish but because I was jealous and petty. In many respects I should not have attended but knew that. Not sure if it was the reaction to seeing that her customer was me, or it was the reaction to my enormous cock.I walked straight over to her, until I could reach out and touch her - which I did. I cupped her little tit in my big hand. She tried to retreat but was prevented by the massage table that was behind her.“Well ... well ... look who we have here”She stuttered and stammered, trying to find the words to explain herself and extricate herself from this situation. My hand on her tit, and the. She's a little woman, about 5' 2" and attractive keeping herself trim trying to look younger. Still looks good with a nice pair tits. Her husband died 10 years ago so I help with some of the man things around the house for her.In early September she bought a new computer and ask me to set it up for her. As it was a warm day here in Ca. I had on a pair of shorts. Relatively conservative docker type but with no underwear as I like to go commando as much as possible.As part of the hookup I had to.