She’s not fat – she’s just a large, healthy sixty-year-old. Tall, with weight, loose flesh, etc. Everything sags a little more than she’d like... but it’s not ugly.“Now, the funny thing is, I find myself ready to surrender to this magnificent beast ... And I’m very much looking forward to it, but, alas, there’s no sense of danger that the children will come home early, or the grandchildren will come down and catch me at it...” She pauses, imagining being caught in the act, then has a happy. He reached for my penis and dropped the soap. "Pick it up." My dad demanded. So I bent over to pick it up off the shower floor. As I was getting up he grabbed my ass and pulled me onto his hot big cock. His cock was fully erect and I was in pain. Dad kept forcing his big cock inside my virgin ass. Dad then sat on the shower stool and turned me around facing him. He thrust his cock inside me harder and harder. I could not believe what was happening to me, it felt great and I did not want him to. My large meaty labia were pale against the blackness of his shaft and were smearing his thick veiny penis with my juices. My vaginal juice glistened wetly on the black skin of his shaft, making it look even blacker and emphasied the thick ropey veins which stood proud of his shaft.Each time he pushed inward my labia puckered up around the shaft as though they were kissing his penis in welcome.And on his out stroke they were drawn out as though they were trying to hold him inside me by sucking. Later that same day, while she was still alone in the Governors mansion with the children, Ruth felt she could devote a little time to the Personalia’s problem. She picked up her phone and rang; then explained she had some time to discuss words.Thank you, Ruth. Just taking a word at random, the term funeral seems to have a lot of baggage around it. We know it is a ritual prior to a burial, but it seems to have a lot more attached to it. Can you tell me about it?Ruth thought back to her own.