As a total atheist I deplore the whole idea of religion but funeral services are the worst. Stephanie was gone, not to somewhere greater, just gone; n...t because it was a god's wish but because I was jealous and petty. In many respects I should not have attended but knew that had I not my mother would have been very disappointed. I also needed some sort of closure and hoped that this could help provide it. Another attack of anger surged through me for entirely different reasons, when I saw Susan. I lifted her and threw on the bed and pounced on her. We had a passionate kiss for 6-8 minutes. Then we were gasping for breath. I removed her pink top and what a beautiful sight it was. Firm boobs covered only by a bra. I started sucking her nipple over her bra while I squeezed the other boob.She was moaning. I tore her bra in a second and sucked her hard erected nipple. She also removed my t-shirt while I kept sucking. Now was her turn to suck my nipples. Her warm mouth on my nipples made me. I decided to get my meeting with Connie's mother out of the way. I called and we made a lunch date for one the next day. We met at the Hilton and Maggie was all ready there when I got there and she stood up, smiled and offered me her hand. I took it and then surprised her by kissing it in the continental fashion and then we sat down.It is said that if you want to know what you wife is going to look like twenty years down the road look at her mother. Maggie was a fox! She was a forty-four year. My fingers continue to roam and I let out a gasp as I plunge two of them deep inside my snug opening imagining it’s his tongue pushing in, then retreating; mercilessly teasing my clit and bringing me to the brink of a shattering orgasm. Juices coat my fingers and I pull them out and bring them to my lips to taste my sweetness. My body responds to my touch and my cunt is wet and ready for his hard cock. Water rains down and skates off my body; droplets momentarily lingering, before dripping off.