Jo was already crying when I answered her call, she’d probably been crying before she even dialled the number. Tara’s son had died of SIDS in the ...ight. I’ve no idea why she called me, particularly, and I suspect that she was calling people at random. I happened to still be in her phone book. When she asked me if I would go to the funeral I accepted without a second thought. It was terrible. I don’t really want to describe it in detail. Tara was absolutely broken. I’d murmured the usual. He felt her surround him once again then drew out only to slide back into her again and again, thrusting himself into her over and over, small gasps and moans escaping her lips as he thrust himself as deep into her as he could. His hard shaft coated in her sweet juices as he forced himself into her tight slit over and over, grunting occasionally as he thrust a bit harder. Her fingers digging into the sheets under her as her body responded to the thrusts, her eyes staring up at him almost. Well, my eyes too were laser focused on this fantasy scene, thoroughly enjoying the view. As time went on, their familiarity of each other's cock pleasure points was evident that they had come together. The next thing that took place completely blew my mind - facing each other and started to dock each other's cocks! Uncircumcised cocks, touching head to head and suddenly, one cock disappeared into the other's foreskin! With one cock in another's, they started to rub back and forth and groaning.. They then polished off a bottle of champagne...whereupon Joani (her real name?) excused herself and left the living room. She was back in a flash dressed only in a black g-string, black nylons, black high heels and a pair of leg garters that boldly read: "WHORE."Joani had smiled and sat down beside him, placing her right hand on his inner thigh. In a husky voice, Joani said, "I want you to tie me up by my wrists to a ceiling hook and then tickle me with my feather whip/tickler. Then gently run.