Fir usne mere gale mei se mera ek mamme nikal liya aur jaise hi usne mera nipple muh mei liya mein masti mei chilla uthi, aaahhhh uuuiimaaa.Wo mere ma...me choosne laga aur beech beech mei nipples kaat leta tha mein pagal si hoti ja rhi thi ohhh aaaa iiiiiii eeeee uuuuiiii maaaa masal mere mamme choos meerem mmaaee mmmm ooooooo aaaaa. Do teen min baad mei uski god se khadi hui aur apnit-shirt uttar kar ek taraf faink di. Usne mujhe kheench kar apni god mei fir se baitha liya aur bola, Nancy. Iwore a simple sleeveless sheath dress. The hemline was just below theknee. Next were basic black panty hose and basic black pumps with a 2inch heel. I looked in the mirror and almost started crying. I was thegrieving daughter.I got to the funeral home about 30 minutes early. Rex simply nodded atme and took his new girlfriend's arm. The funeral director showed us tothe family sitting area off away from the rest of the people gatheredfor the funeral. There must have been 200 people there. Mom. Finally Otto came back into focus and I could hear him asking if I was okay and all I could do was mumble that I was better than okay. He had stopped pumping me due to the intensity of my orgasm but now he began to slide in and out of me again. I put my hands on his chest and marveled at his well-toned muscles. He moved one of his hands to my breasts and loved the strength and tenderness of his fingers. I wish I had more hands so that I could feel his muscled chest and press his hands against. .. I'm all the way in."Mags moaned approvingly, letting her head hang down. "Yes Ryan.... fuck me... slowly..."I pulled back ever so gently, my cock reluctantly retreating from my sister's ass, then pushed forward again. It was easier this time, the lubrication doing its work and my sister's asshole getting accustomed to the unnatural invasion. Mags let her head and shoulders rest on the pillow, moving her hands back to grab her own asscheeks and spread them."Look, brother... watch your dick go.