The truth was different.It was a memorial that caused another.Who am I?The funeral was for an acquaintance, a minor ghost from the past. She attended ...otre Dame with me but never rode in my Desoto. She looked me up after she moved to the Pacific Northwest. Despite her Notre Dame diploma, her funeral was a secular service that lacked the propriety spiritual ambiance for the mystery of death found in a Catholic religious service, at least for me.Reposed in her open coffin, lifelike, black. "He took the stairs down at a run. A moment later I followed. What else was I gonna do, sit on the floor all afternoon?I reached the bottom in time to see him slam the kid against the opposite wall, with the kid's arm twisted behind his back so he couldn't move. "You sick fuck," the black man said.The girl stood right where she had been earlier. I walked over to see if I could help. "Hello," I said. Yeah, real intelligent like, but I simply couldn't think of anything else to say. She stood. Told her not to shout or the family is going to wake up thanks to my Uncle making the bathroom a bit away from the house she told me she cant resist and nothing is going to happened and grabbed my head and pushed it hard on her boobs oh I got her right there those tits I was chewing it I knew that it pained a lot to her but went on as she was screaming like anything oooooohhhhhhhh Patty dooooooo iiiiiiitttttttttt yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh aaaaaa aaaaaaa aaaaaaaaah ah oh meri jaan. "I-"Karyn pushed the older man's hand down past the tight waistband. Shepulled his wrist down until his fingers brushed her mound. Her pantieshad tightened as her hips, ass and thighs widened and the fabric waspulled tight between her pussy lips. He could feel the heat radiatingfrom her before his fingers moved lower. Harold's fingers slid betweenKaryn's lips and the woman groaned lightly into his ear. Her breath wasnearly as hot as her pussy. Harold's mind buzzed from need. He couldfeel.