I stood, pulled out my dick, dropped to my knees, because I was compelled to lick her asshole. I spread her butt cheeks and put my face right into her...wet pussy. I did not care that she just peed and wiped. I was drawn to the moisture of her pussy, the softness of her ass and the sweet female aroma of her asshole. I did not care.I pressed my nose into her butt crack as my mouth sucked on her pussy hole, savoring as much juice as I could. My dick was throbbing up and down as a dog in lust as I. Her hand came to play in his hair, to hold him closer, or simply to answer the indescribable need to caress him. She felt his lips stretch in an answering smile against her skin. “I want you.” Her voice was barely recognisable, husky and low and though it was meant more as a thoughtful comment it held the evidence of rising passion. He raised his head, met her gaze with his so full of longing and desire. “You have always had me.” It was then he moved over her, breached her body with his. She. Wetting them both with your skilled tongue. One hand grips my ass while the other begins to manipulate my balls, without warning you take me all in your mouth. Licking and teasing my entire cock. I grab your head and start fucking your face. Faster and faster. Your saliva coating my cock, allowing the increase in speed. Your tongue continuing its assault, you start to taste my precum. Not wanting to cum yet, I take you by the arms and throw you onto the bed. I move off and begin to assault. "The funeral was good to stop thoughts and keep the grief under control. I've just been looking through Elizabeth's things. Just reading things that she wrote keeps her ghost here, just behind my shoulder. You know, there's lots of Andrew's stuff and his wife's scattered about the house. And I suspect I'll be just the same. I'll keep her here with all this ephemera."He tossed a document over to me. "What I really wanted to ask you about was this. It's a copy of Elizabeth's will." I skimmed.