There were people there she had not seen since she was a little little girl. I lost track of her and got real tired of explaining to everybody that...I was not related to any of them in any way and that I had no idea who the dead person was. I went into the hall of the funeral home to sit. This place was pretty big. It had several viewing rooms with several small chapel type rooms with a couple of pews for praying. As I sat there thinking that I had not had sex with my girlfriend in a month. I. For the remainder of the journey she kept rubbing at my cock while just talking about everyday things, all i could think about was how my cock was about to explode into my pants.As we get off the bus i ask where she stays Laura points just there it was a top flat house, se get to the entrance and go in the door with Laura leading, before the entrance door had shut i put right hand up her small skirt and had a good feel off her arse while putting my left hand around her waist to her stomach then. " "I figured you have. I was not stalking you. I just happened to be in the same place you were. All chance I promise. Do you trust me?" "Yes I trust you." I say with a smile. "Okay is there anything else you haven't told me?" "Not anymore." "I told you that my car was in the shop. Well it was. It was the car my wife was driving the day she was killed. I had it repaired." "Is that it?" "No, I sold it. I couldn't look at it anymore. That is another reason I have been staying with you. I was. Friends with benefits, or exes with benefits in this case. I think that Brittany either knew or suspected as much, didn’t you, dear?” Candace suggested, making Brittany blush.“Yeah, I did and I encourage you to continue. I’m going to double up on my Devereaux boys. Why shouldn’t you? Two Devereaux men for the price of one. I love how slutty we both are, how much we have the same tastes. We both want to pleasure the fellas ... and each other, right?” Brittany egged Candace on while they both.