Maybe heunderstood the grief process better than we thought. Soon we were allsitting around my mother again.The next few hours are spent with my moth...r and her family. Tellingstories, sharing laughs. Some were the typical family stories and somewere stories about my father, during the good times. Jenny never left myside as we sat their listening to several stories I had never heard. Attimes, I noticed my mother get a little sad, but another story wouldcome out and the laughter would begin. I was astonished by how that color changed the appearance of both my hands and my feet and toes, and how the sight of that polish on me was already affecting my attitude about this night. By now, I was actually starting to look forward to the evening at which I would be main entertainment. I picked out a black miniskirt and a low cut blouse. I didn't wear a bra as my breasts are very small anyway. I found a pair of medium heel opened toed slide-type sandals that my husband had bought me, so. The whole time my hand never stops the rhythmic motion of pumping up and down your cock. I hear you let out a low soft moan so I move up to take your cock between my lips into my warm eager mouth. I feel your hips start to pump against me as I glide up and down on your cock, your hand on the back of my head holding a handful of my hair and forcing me to take you deeper. I hear a deep groan escape from your mouth which makes me suction my lips tighter to your cock working quicker on my task. In. !"Jason smacked my ass hard and shoved his flaccid penis in my face. "No, you're just the girl with the really great ass who's about to get a really good dicking." What?" I gasped.Jason grabbed my head and put my mouth over his dick before I could say anything else."Mm! Mmm mm!" I tried to pull my head away, but Jason held it there, with my lips wrapped around his soft cock."You know what to do." Mm mmm!" I tried to protest as I resisted the urge to suck."Go on, do it."I hesitated. I swallowed.