I cried myself to sleep that night, because not onlywas my Father dying, he was now also insane.He died in his sleep over night. I never told anyoneof...our conversation, for fear it would ruin people?simage of him. Within a few days all the arrangementswere settled, and relatives from across the countrycame to the funeral. I know funerals aren?t supposedto be much fun, but it seemed like my Dad?s was moresorrowful than most, probably because he was only 40,and a real good guy. Not surprisingly. Before the doors of the lift are even closed she is all over me, kissing my lips with real forcefulness, her hand is inside my shorts, grasping for my cock.The lift bell rings to tell us we’ve reached our destination. Carla blatantly still has her hand inside my shorts, guiding me by the dick to her room. A mercifully short walk down the corridor and we reach room 704. Carla quickly swipes the card and lets us in. We don’t even make it to the bed, the door has barely closed before she pulls my. ” she said, but she was obviously beginning to comprehend.“Might it be that some people understand more about science because they have studied more about the subject? Look around you. How many in this room would you consider to be not very sharp? Think about it. You know damn well there isn’t a single person in here who isn’t very smart, indeed. To borrow an overused expression: they’re all sharp as a tack. Hmmm?“Let me put another two cents’ worth into the conversation. I strongly suspect. .." Ozzie said. "I told you he'd just whine," she said. I felt a knife in my chest with that, then stared as Ozzie and my wife kissed passionately. Vince was rubbing her ass. "I was dying to fuck you up there," he said, chuckling. "Too bad I could only swallow you in the elevator and you guys can't fuck me right here," she said, smiling at Ozzie as she pushed the bikini top free and offered Ozzie's mouth a hard nipple.This outrageous behavior was thankfully cut short when a car pulled in two.