He palmed her pussy, feeling the heat from it against the palm of his hand. Gently, Dave inserted the tip of his finger between her wet pussy lips, gr...dually sliding the finger down deeper into her pussy. He rolled her clit with his finger, then slid his finger deeper down and swirled the end of it around in the entrance to her pussy hole itself. He felt her slowly backing up. He raised his head from her tit to see what she was doing. Then he realised that she was manoeuvring them to a table. Solemn words were spoken, but never for this purpose, and never interrupted by sobs. People touched each other, but never a hand heavily placed on a shoulder to try to bring comfort. Hugs were common, but never so desperately comforting.And unlike other gatherings, there was no one leading. In a sense the leader was dead, but Brother Joseph had never led gatherings, he just made them exist out of his brilliant, crazy mind.The mourners formed a circle around his ashes contained in an urn of. ."Claire didn't. At least not for a few more minutes until she sensed herhusband's sac tightening. She released the well lubricated fuck-tool intimely manner before climbing onto Scott's hips. Still decently dressed,the make believe wife yanked her drenched panty crotch aside beforelowering her box onto her husband's glistening member. The womanlypleasures coursed through her petite figure as her vagina wall expandedand stretched. She trembled slightly as she savoured the feeling ofwomanhood. Not a strand of bodyhair to be found. He stepped into the shower. It was not just the typicalcult play book of using repetitive prayer and common mind conversiontechniques at work here. As he soaped his shrinking dick and teen sizedbreasts, he understood he was being forced onto a fairly heavy chemicalregimen as well.Clean and dried he opened his closet donning the grandmother coveragepanties and peasant like burlap dress. Dressed he moved each hangerapproximately one finger space to the right.