Though no one acknowledges me, I approach the bereaved with condolences. As I shake their hands and offer worthless words and watch their surprised �...who the hell is this” reactions, I spot another latecomer arriving from my 12.Her slim, curvy figure is covered in dark, but not black, snug clothes. Her cap and veil crown her neatly coiffed blonde hair, yet are black and askew — a bit too whimsical for a burial. Looking at her above-the-fetching-knees skirt, her exposed, shapely and enticing legs. She only gave him a couple of deep sucks before she threw herself on the sofa with her legs spread wide in invitation. Her body language was clear, it said, "Fuck me!" My anger immediately began to subside and my excitement rose.I was actually getting turned on watching my young wife fuck another man. He was a handsome young fellow with a very large cock, and they were clearly both enjoying themselves as he plowed in and out of her sopping wet cunt. I could tell he was nearly ready to cum from. See for yourself. If this had been one of the radical groups, someone would have shot at you. The Ruskies all want money and more money. Good job.”I’m sure that Fran was hungry, since I was famished. Chuck didn’t care one way or another; he was single-minded about getting back home. We landed far later than food was going to be available at home, so Fran and I went to Park Place for a steak and veggies. Our women caught up with us while we ate, and happily shared our food to the point that we. Well, very special occasions!“Forget the beer man, take a swig of the good stuff, then shut up and listen to what the man has to say to you. And Tommy, if you get all-uppity with anyone, I got my leveller right here with me.” Jimmy lectured me and then turning to look at Bill Cartwright, “Right man, I suppose it’s your first ball of the match? Don’t worry about Tommy, he won’t get violent no more tonight.” Jimmy added.Bill Cartwright looked at Jimmie, then over at Sis, eventually bringing his.