DAD was a very reserved person. He hated fuss and expected things tobe done properly and without ostentation. He could sometimes seem a bitstuffy and ...ritical, but I think it was just that he was actuallyextremely shy. He didn't easily form close friendships--he made no secretof that--and it made him sometimes seem a bit aloof."Emma had been the last to speak, standing--like those before her--at thepodium inside the somewhat shabby chapel at the West London Crematorium atKensal Green Cemetery.. You slid them deep and spread them a little which made my heart race. You sucked on my clit faster which made me squirm. I attempted to scoot back away from your busy tongue and mouth. ‘Oh no, you don’t!’ You said as you laughed and grabbed my hips and pulled me back to you. You left them there you resumed your assault on my pussy and clit. The more you sucked and licked my pussy and clit the more I moaned and thrashed around on the bed in sheer ecstasy. The feelings were so powerful coursed. “Tuck your tiny, tiny tiny little cock between your legs, and go.” He commanded. And my former husband did. * There was cleaning. As quickly as they’d built their war machine, the Myrnotaurs cleared the bodies away, taking them some great distance from the village and burying them, together. I am happy to say they left no mark. I made myself sheepishly useful, tonguing the sweat from the balls of the hardest workers, perhaps paying them back in some small way for the price they’d paid for. Paul’s manly smell, the taste of him as I licked and lightly bit his neck, the flexing of his arse as it grinded against me, the tenseness of his balls and the growing damp spot at the top of his cock as he oozed precum through the lycra of his speedos. It was incredibly hot.We maintained in this position for a while, Paul moaning louder and louder. Although I was still fully dressed I was approaching orgasm and I could only imagine that Paul was as well. I had to break this off, his cock had.