Placing my hands on his knees and bending forward I started to slide up and down. He put his hands on my hips, grinding on me. Not long after that his...cock exploded and he shot his load all over my ass. I turned to look at him and his head was back, still lost in orgasm. I slowly stood, stripping out of the pantyhose, which I d****d around his neck, and finally, he straightened and opened his eyes. He smiled, winked, and passed out cold. I left him in the chair and quietly let myself out,. I sounded reluctant but actually my heart was beating with excitement. My puss was hot and wet. I badly wanted to finger myself to quench the itch. Looking around I saw the bench and standing beside it was a tall, thin, balding man with a clean, shaven face, long and drawn. No smile. He was dressed in gray overalls and I could not determine his age.I pointed a finger at him not sure I wanted him to witness what I was about to do.“That’s Arek,” explained Renzo. “He’s from Poland. He was born. I would whisper into your ear, “Having her girlcock sucked makes my babygirl wet, doesn’t it?” Fucking you slowly, and deeply. Feeling my spit on your girlcock and it slides up and down my stomach as i fuck you. “I wish it could cum, baby. If your girlcock could cum, where would you cum when I suck it?” I would ask and then grip your hair, holding your face so i could slowly fuck you and watch your face as you think about where you’d finish — if only you could cum.I would keep fucking you. He won’t forget that, not in this lifetime,” he said.Her tears were quiet, but they were also expressive. He went to her and held her.“We’ll figure out something,” he said. “I want to as much as you do.”“Doubtful that part,” she said. “But yes, we do need to come up with something, anything!”“Yes,” he said.The funeral was attended by a relatively small group of people. Cecilia Scott was not an outgoing person. People who did know her respected her and, yes, one could say loved her. But the fact.