The problem for me was that the girl in whose shower he died was my boss, and because of our mutual grief, my hatred towards her and her guilt, it was...decided that I should leave my place of work. It wasn't a decision made by both of us, but sadly my vote was kinda forfeit after I threw a chair at her face breaking her nose, so I had to give up my position in exchange of her not filling a complaint.Next, since I wasn't that gracious in his funeral and may have stated to his family how loyal and. "Meet me in the parking lot of that Embassy Suites in 15 minutes, and I'll drive you to the house in my car."Needless to say, I was there in about 7 minutes flat.Beverly pulled up next to me in her SUV, and I quickly got in the passenger seat. She leaned over, and my mouth covered hers instantly, our tongues sliding together, all the pent-up lust and hunger coming out in that one kiss.I would have jumped her right there in the car, or gone in and gotten a room for the night, but she seemed. Her next move made her intention obvious. She pressed a very life-like imitation breast to one side, holding it in place. He started tostruggle away from her, but she grabbed him by the testicles."You will stop trying to fight me or I'll have your balls with myroast dinner tonight." She wasn't smiling now."Don't, you're hurting me," he complained."Stay still and you won't get hurt." He stopped trying to impede her.It wasn't long before she had both breasts attached to his chest. Shestood. I remember how I felt shame and guilt when I started licking around on his big black pre-cum dribbling cock head. However, my shame and guilt couldn’t override my alcohol fueled lust and lack of inhibitions. I spent a long time licking and sucking and slurping on that big brown cock and could hear the other ladies in the room giving me pointers and advice about what to do. Saying things like,” Now use your tongue around under the hood… Now lick and kiss his balls… lick him… Lick his balls!.