If too many more people arrive, we might have to move the service out to the great lawn.”“Oh, my. I don’t know what to say. Are you sure they’...e here for this funeral?”“Yes, Ma’am.”Patrica said, “What was my little brother doing with his mail order company to know so many people?”George Moore asked, “Is that going to cost extra?”“No, though it will delay the service a little.”Donald asked, “Just how many people are showing up?”“It’s hard to say. We’ve had to open the overflow lot to provide. “Well Barry, I think I’d better get home. Natasha is probably on pins and needles waiting to hear who’s going to join us.” They bade each other goodbye and left. When he got home Robert told Natasha a little white lie. She would have to wait until morning to see for sure if his friend could play.“Okay, I can wait. Now who is he? I’m dying to know.”“You’ll know when I do tomorrow morning,” he lied.The next morning while she was busy preparing breakfast the phone rang. Robert walked over and. Now my knowledge of humans is limited mainly to what I've learned from Gramps' story as it has been passed down within the family for many generations. It was obvious to my eyes therefore that this young woman was comely and pleasing to view. She looked warm and tender and I must admit that my mouth watered at the thought of living and feasting on her. And the feature that finally persuaded me to leave the comfort and safety of Caesar's short-haired pelt was the veritable forest of curly hair. But “Adonis” triggered her. His youthful, sinewy body. His ever-hard cock. She realized she longed for a young stud like that. She wished she could go back in time and bed all the young men who had wanted her back in the day, but whom she had pushed away in favor of the man who became her husband. A lot of good that had done her! Now he was fucking his twenty-six-year-old former assistant, and Marian was fucking soft middle-aged men.Ah, how she wished to fuck the striking black man in her yoga.