She had wrinkles all over her face and grey hair. She was wearing a pink gown, which she removed. Her hair was tied in a bun, which she opened.We kiss...d, and I got a hard-on. I fucked her in the missionary position. Her stamina was very poor. She came in five minutes and got tired and went to sleep. I still had a hard on to satisfy. I went to the kitchen where the maid was sleeping.It was dark, and I just opened her pajama and entered her from behind. She was shocked, but after knowing it was. ”So that was why Steve had come over to Roger and me, I realized. He recognized we were fellow members of the LGBT community even though all three of us were all probably of the “B” classification. None of us looked or acted anything other than “normal,” it seemed.About that time, one of the funeral home directors announced that there were refreshments in the social area and invited everyone to go there. So the three of us made our way in that direction.“Surprises me there are so many people. ”He stood and welcomed me.“This is my friend Diana O’Dell. She has some things to put into the report.”“Please sit down and let me get my recorder ready.”“You don’t type that fast?” Deb said with a chuckle.“I most certainly do not. I’ll record our conversation and make notes. Then I’ll turn it over to another that will type it up.”“How soon will I get a report number. I have an insurance agent holding up the process until I have that number.”“I’ll see that the transcriptionist gets the number. I walked back into the Den to see if both girls were going to play and saw Mel kneeling in front of Wendy and lowering her shorts. Her crop top had already been taken off and her pert small breasts were lovely, all she had on was a small pair of lace panties that looked even smaller on her short frame. As I stood there Wendy stroked Mel’s hair and whispered something I couldn’t hear. Mel kissed her panty covered mound and pressed the side of her face into Wendy’s crutch. As she did she saw me.