A large bouquet of calla lilies lay in my arms.As I stared at the casket, I began to focus on the peaceful face, my face, beneath the veil. My field o... vision seemed to narrow, as if, without taking a step, I was moving closer and closer to the face within the casket. Suddenly, I was no longer standing before the casket, but lying inside; looking up through the misty veil that covered my face. I felt the cool satin of my wedding dress turned burial gown. I smelled the fragrance of the lilies.I. It was that hard, I could practically feel the blood flowing through it as I took it in my mouth and worked up and down to a rhythm. I glanced back at Kim who was spread and seeing to herself whilst watching my performance and this spurred me on to put on a good show. The fact I was putting on a show for Kim and this guy thought it was her sucking him off was too much. I was encouraged by it and gave it my all until the guy said he was cumming and I felt him pump it down my throat. The cock. To my surprise he wasn’t mad and said he was actually bisexual which should seem awesome but I panicked and for some reason said oh not me I was just d***k. Stupid mistake but oh well I was younger and scared. Some years passed and we remained good friends, not letting one encounter effect that. By this time I had somewhat grown more into myself. What I neglected to include earlier is we live in a very small community where any sexual ‘perversion’ is highly frowned upon so it can be a tough. Both of us enjoyed that. Then I made her stand and I was sitting. I pressed her bums like anything and kissed her belly.We’re very horny and out of control. I lifted my t-shirt and asked her to put her hand inside. She followed my instructions and touched my ribs. I was having a shock and had goosebumps kind of feel. It’s very different and I can’t explain the feeling. That’s when her phone rang.Immediately we moved away. I was disappointed. It was her Mom on the phone. After the phone, she.