There must have been over three hundred people there. Ruth and Jack stood at the graveside as the mourners paid their respects. Ruth knew a lot of the.... When the last mourner had greeted them they then drove to the Hotel. Maria had everything under control. They were pouring Pol Roger with Ruth drinking her Apollinaris water, this was Ruth’s favourite. The were all in a function suite as the chefs were putting the finishing touches to the buffet. Jack’s phone rang, it was May. Jack told her. Like she had done when it was Carly between her legs, Hayley could hear Carly let out a series of soft moans as her tongue danced around, skimming over the exposed clit beneath her lips as the moans got a little louder.Considering this was the first time she had been in this position physically, Hayley had obviously never gone down on another girl before, and was slightly curious as to if she was doing it right. She continued regardless, alternating between thinking of what she liked when Dan. It is my belief that you have been over-indulging, you are late, you appeared washed-out and tired. I detect a case of over-indulgence."Holmes's eye widened, "Ahem, over-indulgence in what Hove?" he asked, in a whisper."That damnable pipe Ned, you imbibed and lost all track of time. Probably spent the night on some cold, hard park bench - most unsatisfactory."Holmes sighed. "Brighton your powers of deduction are a near match for your bravery." Thank you Holmes, I am glad you finally realise. Oh yeah, I didn’t mention him before. That summer this young Preacher opened up a storefront church and me and Annette, who was really crazy about him, used to go by his Friday night service. All he could talk about was hell fire and damnation and we used to hang around a bit after the service. By then all them guys had boners and the girls had wet panties-the devil and hell are so sexy you know. It was obvious that the Preacher was excited by his own words, talking about loss of modesty, tight.