Grumbling under her breath and crossing her arms over her chest against the cold, she hurried out the door to retrieve the paper. As she bent to exhum... it from the pit in the snow, a gust of wind whipped her dress, forcing her to hold it down lest she give the entire neighborhood a fine view of her thong-clad bottom. When the wind calmed, she snatched up the paper and shook the snow off of it and her hand, scowling toward the paperboy, who was busy tossing everyone else’s paper in the snow as. As I was walking away with the rest of the bystanders, I felt someonetap me on the shoulder. I turned around defensively to face a very good-looking, well-dressed, mature woman. "Donald Parks?" she asked."Yes, I'm Don Parks. How can I help you ma'am?" Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Margaret Adams, but I'm sureyou don't know me. I'd like to speak with you a few moments, if I may." Why might that be, ma'am?" I asked politely."It's about Melvin Evans. Don't be alarmed! Mel is presently. Papangelou."He was very much the son I never had although he was my sister's son,"Mr. Papangelou explained. Kelly gasped.Marie looked at her father the astonishment clear in her face. "Kelly wasmy cousin?" Mr. Papangelou nodded.The pall bearers had begun to move the casket from the hearse to theburial plot so everyone turned to pay attention to the funeral. Sittingthe casket on the framework that would lower it into the grave, theuniformed men all took a crisp step back and saluted the casket. "Ooh, what do we got here? I didn't get your little guy's name, neither yours. Are you curious which interests me more?" My name is Thomas and my penis doesn't have a name." That's no problem, Thomas. We will find a very nice name for your cock." He was also stiff by then. He grabbed my cock with his left hand and pulled me towards him. He grabbed his cock as well with the same hand and started rubbing them together gently. "Jack, does your cock have a name?" Heh, it has lots of names, but.