A quick wave of the hand with a word of power, I had to make sure I was the last person she spoke to otherwise someone else would reap the reward. It ...ay have been a coincidence but shortly after all was said and done she turned and looked over her shoulder at me and smiled softly, my heart started pounding.She was on my mind for the rest of my work shift, did I mention I was attracted to her? As I was leaving work to my surprise she was sitting at a bench looking intently at the door. She had. They knew the chickens at Del and Maribelle’s got roasted or fried.“We’ll put Gypsy’s ashes in the River,” Matthew said. Shit! I cried, petting her cheek as she breathed out her last breath.We had a fire that night. No, we didn’t burn Gypsy. Larry loaded her in the back of the farm trailer and hauled her to Columbus early Monday morning. But we did cut her mane and tail and burned them. We scooped up the ashes and took them to the River of Life. And why not? I suppose some people would be. ”“Well, maybe I can help clean you up?”“That’d be great,” I said, smirking.Her hair was in a ponytail, her perfect 34C breasts were covered by a small see-through tank top that was a little to tight on her pale fit body. She leaned down to my chest and began slurping the remains off of my chest. The only sounds I could hear in the room was the box fan, the slight traffic sounds coming from my window, and her slurping my remains up. She made it down to my stomach, her tongue was dancing around. I had my tongue in her pussy as she treated me to a little squirt. I called out I was going to cum and Jo leant forward and said to Mary, "Here it comes". Mary pulled back and then after a second of hesitation put her mouth round my cock again and resumed stroking. "Good girl", Jo said, and with that I exploded. I felt Mary pull back but, as my second stream shot out of me over her lips, she took my cock in her mouth again. Jo was squealing as my tongue lapped between her pussy lips and Mary.