I reached for my phone and discovered a text message from a dear distant cousin, with whom I had not spoken to in quite some time.”Hey nerd! News tr...vels fast in this small town. So sorry about your grandpa! Are you coming for the funeral?” Sarah had always been a lovely gal to me. We would trample through the woods, climb waterfalls and roughhouse together when I would come to visit as a child. Her message had taken me off guard though, as I had not heard from her in a few years.Sarah was. The ceremony was a simple one and I was happy about that, only about 30 minutes. After my briefing I went out front to relax a bit. I was only on the swing for a few minutes when Patricia pulled me to bed.The next morning when I got up, Patricia was already gone but Kristy was there with some clothes for me to wear. I jumped in the shower to make myself presentable and then got dressed in the outfit Kristy gave me. I then went to the cafeteria for breakfast. We had pancakes again, I'll live.. And then I slide a finger deep into you. You gasp. I have large hands and very long fingers. I slide one into you, touch you, feel the places where I give you pleasure, find the rythm of deepest part of you, learn by touch how to bring your moans. Above me I hear your voice, what you call me, what you beg me for. I push into you and curl my finger up to lightly touch your g spot, rough against the undulating smoothness within. I feel deep inside you, exploring. and suddenly you’re throbbing in. The sensation was out of this world but I was struggling to breath…..I held on as much as I could just savouring the moment but her body, her juices and her damn right dirty mind took me over the edge. I managed to turn my face slightly side ways and gulped in a mouthful of air“You like that dirty pervert…does my ass and pussy taste nice”“Yes, it fucking does” I just about managed to say as I took another large gulp of air.She grinded herself harder and faster and suddenly froze.