Chapter VI. Kim's funeral was pretty sedate, outside of the explosion. Oh, it wasn't a big explosion, but it got a number of the attendees upset. All...it did to me was piss me off. Somehow, Da Boss learned about the funeral, where and when it was being held, and had a fruit basket delivered. A small charge had been secreted inside a watermelon; when it exploded, pink watermelon flesh went everywhere. I took a look at the card in the basket; it simply read "Don't fuck with me." "Da Boss," I. A little before 11 am, people from the group began arriving. I had set up Aunt Helene's den for us with a few card tables and we could get on the Web using the wireless in the house.Soon the group was all there and we had logged into the website's admin section. We immediately saw that the publicity team had done their work; there were a bunch of first person submissions awaiting moderation. We began scanning through them.Linda Grovner, a senior and participant in the Program last spring, had. The flowing slickness was engulfed and trapped as she took as much of the glans and shaft in her mouth as she could. Now he, in turn, entwined his fingers in her hair, his sight reduced to tunnel vision, his senses spiralling inward, swirling along with her tongue as her fingers busily played with his sac.Abruptly she moved up, turned, and in one swift movement slid her slick waiting cunt deep down over him and trapped it, grinding her mound into his. She leaned forward sensuously and, gazing. I removed what was left of my clothes as he did the same, then switching positions I tentatively stuck my tongue out and tasted my first cock. It didn't taste weird as I had half expected it to but it was actually just a little salty, and felt just right in my mouth. I began to suck his cock as he had done mine, trying to bring him all of the pleasure he was able to bring me. His cock was about 6" but even still I could only get about 3/4ths of it into my mouth before my gag reflex kicked in. I.