We’ll use the chapel at the funeral home as a venue. Mom was a member of the United Methodist church, but she rarely attended. She did become friend...y with the pastor of the local Unitarian church. Naomi has contacted Betty Knaack...”“She’s the pastor?”“Correct. Betty would be happy to officiate -- say an opening prayer, give a little sermon, offer a benediction. The head of nursing at Memorial will deliver a eulogy. A few of the kids she and Dad fostered before I came on the scene have kept in. She told me to lay on my back and I had to rub myself till I got wet. I didn’t know what she was talking about so she took off her panties and told me to watch her and do exactly what she did. We both layed on the bed with legs spread and she put her hand down there and rubbed her slit so I did it too and I soon found out what that tingle was when after about 10 minutes we were both wet and I started to quiver all over my legs and it felt good. Then she told me to taste her but I thought it was. ”She squealed into my mouth.“Goddamn, this is going to be fun,” Clint grunted. His hands ripped open my robe.He grabbed my large tits. I shuddered as he massaged them. He kneaded my big breasts. This wicked heat surged through my body. His cock drove hard and deep into me. He buried into me again and again. That wonderful rapture shot through me.My pussy clenched around him. I gripped him. I held onto his dick and let him massage me. Every one of my brother's thrusts into my cunt built and. “Look here’s Mom,” Cheri said and ran to the door to meet her Mom with a hug.“Cheri, how did you get so dark? Have you been tanning?” Marsha Sanders asked as she looked at her daughter’s dark skin.“No Mom. Come over here and look at the pictures Bobby Joe made of us. You need to get naked and let him take your pictures too, Mom. Show off that sexy body to our friends.” Cheri was pulling her Mom across the room and introducing her to the girls she had not met.“Hey Marsha. Cheri’s right you need.