Her hands were folded across her breast and she looked so peaceful to him. He hadn’t really been to many funerals in his life (two that he could thi...k of, though he was very young in both cases as one was his great-grandmother and the other was an uncle who died when he was 5 in a car wreck), but he wondered why her casket was only open from the waist up. sides of the casket and saw a couple small latches, which he fiddled with until they came undone.As he opened the lid, he immediately noticed. She was about 5’7, curvy, huge breasts, and long red hair. Cute you could tell by her demeanor that she would be a fun one! I sat down on the bar stool and bumped into her. “Ay, I’m sorry, honey!” I apologized while I rubbed her back. She immediately tensed up and said “That’s ok, don’t worry about it.” “Let us buy you a drink sweetie. I truly am sorry!” I apologized again. “Are you here by yourself?” “Yeah, and sure. I’ll have a rum and coke.” She replied, loosening up. I introduced. His left forearm really hurt. So did that shoulder, his ribs and his left hip. He tried to stand up but it was hopeless. So was crawling. The pain in his left leg was too much. He groped for his phone in his right hand pocket and called for an ambulance.He then realised that he needed someone to let the ambulance team in. Daphne would take at least twenty minutes, Eleanor between five and ten. He hesitated briefly to swallow his pride and rang Eleanor."Eleanor, it's Reg." Hallo." It sounded. It wasn't as hard as before but still very big. "You can touch it, if you want", he said. I reached out and placed my hand on his member. It was warm and throbbing. I began to move my hand in the same way I had watched his hand. The oozing from the tip made it easier with each stroke. My hand could not reach around it. I leaned over and licked the tip. His closed eyes opened. "Open your mouth", he instructed. I could hardly get the tip into my mouth."Wider, stick your tongue out and let it.