The weather was raw enough so that my sister-in-law and her daughter were pressed hard up against me, although I knew from the way their arms were wra...ped around me they were also wanting to give and receive some mutual comfort in their grief. I could feel their bodies shaking as they clung to me but I had no idea how much of their shaking was from the cold or how much from their grief as the tears rolled down their respective cheeks. I turned my head to watch Rev. Peters approach the urn to. Revor looked and smelled so good with the tiny towel tightly wrapped around his middle his huge flaccid cock hanging down almost to the floor of the tent ,I could not keep my horny little fingers of of the nine foot tall giants huge thick cock it was so mesmerizing at just the sheer thick ness even with both of my hands I could only reach three quarters the way around the thick pile driver size cock as I took long strokes down the full length of Trevor's mighty flaccid cock ,looking up his. I had taken special care to be sure everything was completely stubble free. There’s nothing worse than feeling a day-old stubble on someone’s pubes and cock and balls. I want to present an absolutely smooth look and feel should there be an opportunity to show myself to someone. The panties feel good as I pull them up tight and i’m sure to tuck in my balls to show them off to their best advantage. It feels good and I know it will look just as good when I look in the mirror to see the effect,. I wanted to finish my story and see where it would lead. “Are you tired?” I asked. “Nope, you?” “Nope, but now there is nowhere to sit.” “We can go to Shawn’s room, it should be quieter, and I want to know what happens,” Kristie said as she smiled at me. I smiled back, started to think about the rest of the story, and wondered where this was leading. If she was as turned on as I was, I was going to enjoy the rest of the evening. As we entered Shawn’s room it was a typical early twenties guys.