I stayed in the background, only entering the church after everyone else. As a total atheist I deplore the whole idea of religion but funeral services...are the worst. Stephanie was gone, not to somewhere greater, just gone; not because it was a god's wish but because I was jealous and petty. In many respects I should not have attended but knew that had I not my mother would have been very disappointed. I also needed some sort of closure and hoped that this could help provide it. Another attack. Yes, she thought, thinking of a lovely young thing wiping her sweet cheeks even now, wishing she could tongue clean her as a toilet servant should, but at least her precious food isn't wasted. Finally, rinsing out her mouth with her golden bladderfull, she took the clamps off and dressed, as only two girls remained. She bade goodbye even as the punkerish girl was gulping a hot thick load joyously from the pipe. Outside, she was uncertain. 'Emergency only,' she vowed, knowing that could be. Her head twisted frantically to escape the questing tongue. Yet her racing pulse, her panting breath, and her dampening knickers told a different tale entirely.Her skirt had somehow risen all the way up to her waist revealing the telltale wetness of her knickers. Her knees were spread out wide in a very unladylike pose. The visible spasms of her ass cheeks were precursors of her slowly building orgasm.Harry woke up in a sweat. His cock was throbbing with the need for sex. The razor sharp vision. "We all went to the big bedroom and I stripped to take a shower. Lisa and Brandy were going to join me, but hesitated when Sharon looked panicked. I stopped, put a towel around my waist, and told her, "Go ahead and shower first. You can either shower in there, go to one of the little rooms, or to the room they took you to when you got here."Sharon was blushing and said, "I know you won't attack me, but I've never showered with a man before."Lisa said, "He won't bite and Brandy and I will take.