The funeral ended, and we walked out of the crematorium, nodding at the people we knew, and me doing some unabashed staring at the people we didn’t....One women of the four I didn’t know caught my eye, smiled at me, and I could see her turn to the people she was with, murmur something to them and then break away to come towards us. Jo had seen her too, and stopped. The woman approached us and said, ‘Mr. Tramell? Might I bother you for a moment? You must be Jo Tramell, yes?’ Jo glanced at me and. Lacey seemed to suck Cheryl’s pink nipples a lot better than what Cheryl had done to her. It was like a competition for Lacey as moans rapidly left Cheryl’s mouth. Before long, Lacey was kissing her way down to Cheryl’s pussy. With a few kisses around her mound, Lacey plunged her tongue into her hole. Tasting both Cheryl and the salty cum of Smith, Lacey was in heaven. To her, nothing tasted better than the combination of the sweet taste of a woman and the salty taste of a man. Her tongue. I'd rolled five rolls of black and white film and I thought I'd do a few portraits of Smithy inside using available light Pam answered the door and welcomed me, smiling more than usual, into the house. This time she was wearing a short floral mini skirt and a singlet top. She never wore anything that covered her tall, slender figure very much, and with a body like hers it was no surprise. "What brings you here?" she asked. "I've just got my new camera and I want to take a few shots of. Oh, I love it …. Oh, it is so nice…. I want to feel you very deep inside me … oh I want you to tear up my fucking hole”. My cock was so hard and his asshole was so tight. Probably it was the smallest and narrowest place I have ever entered with my organ. I could feel his muscles pressing along the whole length of my penis and this feeling of the tight embracement was so pleasant. We continued finding one other’s pace for several minutes and then I heard him say. “I cannot handle it anymore. I.