Laura Hayward 13 October 1958 to 22 November 2003. In memory of my wife, mother, lover and friend. Was the inscription on her headstone.Karen knelt an... pulled off several dead leaves of the perennial mums that grew bordering her headstone. Though it had been a cool day, a warm breeze washed over them. Dan’s nostrils flared, detecting a once familiar scent in the air.“Do you smell her?” Dan asked tilting his head up and inhaling deeply. “Is it only me who smells Laura’s Charlie perfume?” He. I looked at them both and wondered what the 2 old people could possibly do to me.How wrong could I be? Four big men came over to me and picked me up. The 2 that were holding my legs held them wide apart, and feet first, I was slowly carried around the room twice. It was like they were showing my pussy to everyone there – which really got me all tingly and so wet.Finally, they took me to the big table in the centre of the room where I was spread out for all to see again. There was some talking. She brought Cromwell to the brink in moments. Groaning, he reached behind him with both hands and clasped the headboard. A moment later she had impaled herself on him hard. His back arched upward and he erupted like a geyser into her dripping cunt. The relief was exquisite. Shana stayed with him, riding hungrily until at last he subsided into sighs and twitches. She licked him clean when she reluctantly let his softening shaft slip out of her pussy. ‘There,’ she said with satisfaction, ‘isn’t. I feel sexier without them on.”“Can we go around without panties for Dan too?” Jenny asked.‘I’ll decide if you can go without panties.”“You both look very nice.”“Thank you, we have tops that are lower and skirts that are shorter,” Hanna said. “Come on, Jen, let’s change our clothes for Dan!” They hurried off again.“They’re quite a pair,” he commented.“Yes they are and intent on teasing you and if you promise not to touch them between the legs, I’ll let them sit on your lap without any panties.