I run my tongue over his lips, tasting every inch of him. I run my tongue over his neck and ear lopes. I hear him moaning and he shivers while I am do...ng this. He is enjoying it so much. He is running his hands on me while I am on top of him. I kiss him again enjoying the way he kisses me back. I want more… I then move down roaming over his chest with my hands and laying kisses all over him. I lightly lick his nipple as he had done to me. He moans more so I know he enjoys what I am doing to. His mate pulled my hips around towards him as we all crammed into the booth. My attention was taken by the two fingers he pushed in alongside the buttplug making me groan aloud. The one holding my head rammed into my throat full length and began to cum in long powerful squirts of semen. Too soon he was pulling away as the one behind me started to feed his cock alongside the plug.My groans became too loud and the squeal I made as the head of his cock entered me and stretched my hole around both. But all in all, he was nothing but a useless asshole that I was lucky enough not to marry. He wasn't even such a great fuck, I've been fucked and also fucked harder and better than he could ever fuck anyone, including me.The problem for me was that the girl in whose shower he died was my boss, and because of our mutual grief, my hatred towards her and her guilt, it was decided that I should leave my place of work. It wasn't a decision made by both of us, but sadly my vote was kinda forfeit. Looking her over, my body sparked back to life again. The way her flat seventeen year old muscular stomach raised up and then fell back down. The way her firm perky breasts were trying to break out of her thin white t-shirt. The way her black thong clung to her pussy like it was holding on for dear life. I could not help but reach out and softly touch her body ... seems I was not done with this family just yet. I ran my fingers over her stomach, as I slowly lifted her t-shirt. Her skin was soft.