The trip to the church required only a few minutes. She began to feel the erotic pleasure rise as the door openned and she felt herself being lifted o...t. There was a slow rhythmic swaying as the pallbearers carried her into the church. It was just as she had imagined it during Kathy's funeral so many months ago. She heard quiet sobbs from some as she was carried up the aisle to the bier. She was lifted slightly then set down. The light dimmed as the pall was spread over her casket. The sweet. The next day when I woke up, by the way I woke up bit late and she was sitting and folding the clothes. I went next to her and started touching her again and she didn’t oppose. I licked her sweat over her neck and it was amazing. Then I slipped my hand inside her kurta and started pressing her boobs with her bra on. And she moaned ahh. And then she kept hand on my dick and started pressing it. And she said please be fast, maid will be here any minute. So I started pressing her boobs and kissing. “Well, I thought it was appropriate I wash your mouth with soap, since you lied to me,” I laughed, having fun with this.I stood up and faced the shower. After a few moments pause, he pressed his body to mine. His arms encompassed me and I felt his hot breath and lips on my neck. His rugged hands squeezed my breasts.“I told you I was gonna fuck you,” he whispered.“So far, you're all talk,” I whispered back, pushing my butt against him.“I don't have any lube. Can I use the bath oil?”"Trust me. I. He readily agreed. As he didn't have very far to come, I filled the ten of fifteen minutes I had to wait working my way through a bottle of red wine. Never being a big drinker, by the time Tony arrived I was beginning to feel a bit light headed so it was a relief to get out into the cold night air as we went out to the car. On the trip back home we made idle small talk, I said nothing of Peter's "misdemeanor". Arriving home I asked Tony in for a coffee, and was mildly surprised when he accepted.