Martha loved the rough treatment. Her greedy pussy was leaking big time now. She was crying a little bit and the tears messed up her eye shadow, but t...ey were tears of pure pleasure because of the meaty cock filling her mouth and the sticky pre-cum dripping down into her tummy. She could taste the bitter acid of the wine that he imbibed so mightily each and every night. They tasted delicious to her and she waited in anticipation of the flood of creamy cum that Gunther always gave up to her at. Or, should I say, it was not the me I knew. The two left me standing in front of the mirror. The looked like schoolgirls. Giggling a bit, but trying to be serious. Holding hands as they exited the bathroom. I, on the other hand, was transfixed. I was afraid to make eye contact with myself in the mirror. This was spooky.I must have stood like that for some time. Because, when the girl returned, she was fully dressed and looked...amazing. She led me into the bedroom. Tabitha was not. All of our family came in. Most had been in before McKayla died, but everyone came for the funeral. She wanted to be cremated and we did so before the service. She said she didn't want people to see her body as it was after the cancer was through with her.The church was packed with the people who loved her: family and friends. They brought with them pictures and stories and memories and left them for me and Maureen.I was grateful for the way the parish reached out to me. Over the years, I found. They bit each other’s lips, their tongues wrestled with each other. They kissed each other everywhere. Naveen fondled her melons, fingered her pussy, and Ridhima stroked his dick.This prepared them for the next round of fuck. Naveen’s dick was hot and hard like a stone once again. Ridhima sat on him in a cowgirl position. Her pussy, too, was burning with desire, and she wanted to feel the bliss she did an hour ago.She carefully climbed on his dick, slowly guiding it inside her hole. Naveen saw.