I tried to sit ladylike and not to flash, but it was difficult. Before long, all could see ‘all’ of me. The natives started chanting and a few of ...oth male and female tribal people started dancing and jumping around. There were no drums, their chanting was deep, powerful polyrhythmic, they pounded their heels into the ground for accompaniment. The atmosphere was electric. The ‘Europeans’ were mesmerized with the show. Many white women were arm in arm with the Maasai Warriors. The white men were. "Don't worry. There's no hurry, sweetie. I'm pretty sure that Dan will agree about the time-frame. By the way, I know the real you by now. Especially after today, I'm onto you. You put up such a front of being Ms. Bitch, but you don't have me fooled. You're more a sweet-ass than a bad-ass. Trust me. I've tasted you, remember?"I care about you a great deal. I'm sure that Dan will, too, given time. He doesn't know you half as well as I do, but he will. Anyway, as I said, there's no rush. You can. That brings a smile to my lips as I walk into the kitchen.I see you standing on the stove with just a robe on, facing away from me , busy making coffee. I tiptoe behind you silently and wrap my arms around you. I nuzzle into your neck from behind and kiss your neck. You moan in pleasure as I kiss your neck. Taking little pecks and nibbles here and there.I press myself into your from behind. Letting you feel my semi hard cock on your ass as It pushes into your crack through the shorts and. There were few cars, maybe ten or twelve in all, because most everyone else had had to return to work. The day was gray and overcast, befitting the occasion.If you asked me today what I did or what I said between the night Charli died and the day of the funeral, I couldn't tell you. I was emotionless, a blank, an automaton that did as she was told. Lisbeth told me I spent a lot of time sitting and staring at the walls.The graveside service was mercifully brief, then we drove to Charli's.