It was Mrs. Meyer, twirling her rainbow umbrella like an elderly version of Mary Poppins, which would forever haunt her dreams when images of Brian Ja...kson’s funeral graced them. A period of time passed where neither of them dared to speak. Hundreds of different memories of Brian overlapped her vision of the road, none for any other reason than because everything she saw reminded her of him: the town municipal tip where the three of them used to play, Mr. Swanson’s hundred-year-old oak in. Then he withdrew only to push his cock in again and keep on spurting. And still once again.Tim dismounted Lisa. He was panting a lay down on his back by her side. Lisa lay still. She was crying. She turned to him and said with tears in her eyes: "Dear daddy, I knew that I could trust you and now you have proven it to me. Thank you so much for everything that you have done for me. You are a sweet darling. Now I want to thank you by sucking you off." And then she leaned over him and took his cock. "I did as she said and walked back and forth in the bedroom and then outin the hallway and even up and down the stairs. I held on tightly tothe handrail and did my best to gather up the skirts of the weddinggown as I stepped up or down. It was a wonderful feeling to pretend Iwas a young bride on her special day. I went back to the mirror andadmired my reflection until Grace came out of the bathroom. She waswearing a tuxedo, a top hat and had a mustache attached to her upperlip. The outfit was. I pull her onto the bed, she lies on her back, her huge heavy breasts flattened and hanging beside her, her thighs wide, her knees high, her glistening cunt perfectly framed by her crotchless knickers. Time for tongue, I lick her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue, I push gently her lips part and tongue penetrates her, she moans, I fuck her with my tongue before flicking, kissing, licking and sucking her clit, her moaning intensifies. My tongue continues it's pleasurable task to be joined by.