After Dad was gone, I started to act up.At first it wasn't anything serious, but my grades began to slip and by the time I was fourteen, I was barely ...assing. Part of it was my anger. I was mad at the world and most people in it. I started hanging with a tough group of guys and then the real trouble surfaced.I was a loner except for a few friends. There were five guys in our group and none of us ventured very far from the others. At fifteen, we were all smoking and hanging around one of the. At 12:15 Lisa and I pulled up to the funeral home and were immediately stunned.It was cold.It was raining.It was nearly an hour before the doors would open.And there were at least a hundred people already in line.“Oh, my God,” Lisa said softly, “I did not expect this.”We were escorted inside through a back entrance. Eric and Ashlyn were there with Chris and Gina, and the funeral director nodded toward Chris. She knelt down to their eye level.“Listen ... we’re going to go inside in a minute and. For a moment she was at a loss, until the bellboy discretely coughed and nodded towards the table. She followed his gaze and realised there was a brown leather wallet on the table, with the gold inlaid initials M.d.P. She opened the wallet, and passed the boy a note and he smiled at her as he left.She realised he had probably seen her at her worst, with no makeup, unshaven and her hair a mess! Was that why the boy had smiled so broadly? Or could it be that he didn't notice? She looked in the. As he pulled the shorts down he noticed that she was wearing a pair of hot pink cotton panties and left them on, telling her how hot they looked covering her tight butt and lovely pussy. He turned her around and told her to touch her toes so that he could see her panty-clad pussy which he used his fingers to stroke, noticing how wet the crotch was. He leaned forwards and licked along her panties before yanking them down to expose her pussy lips with their cropped hair. He licked her slit but.