For what seems hours I let my hands touch you, but never touching you down there, down where a fire of passion has been building. My mouth follows the...guide of my hands, kissing and nuzzling all your sweet spots. My tongue is inside your knee right now, working its way up, between your legs, which are still secured by their silk bindings in an open position, one that leaves you exposed and vulnerable. My tongue on your pussy lips brings your mind back from fantasy to the present. My hands hold. Other than the top two these were done up but, nevertheless I’d noticed when checking myself in the mirror before leaving the room, when I leaned forward a respectable amount of cleavage was shown. Over that I’d draped a nice, fairly long, just beneath my waist, white woolen cardigan. I looked you in the eye as I said possibly more sharply than I meant. ‘Who says you ever will V?’ We stared at each other across the breakfast table in the still crowded restaurant. The look in your eyes was. I didn’t want to break her dream, but I wanted to try something. Instead of speaking the command, I simply thought it while connected to her mind, a soft command that she would desire to taste Leanne’s pussy or my cock every morning.With that experiment in motion, I carefully slipped out from between the two of them and made my way to the bathroom. After taking care of business there, I stepped into my bedroom and saw that Leanne had washed and put away all of our clothes. I grabbed clean. . a sleeping angel. The others all followed in and the Reverend Bryce Unsworth conducted a very brief service as they all set goodbye to Carrie and committed her spirit and soul back to God for safe keeping until that day when they would all meet again.Some of the nurses standing at the door had also taken all their clothes off too out of respect for the nudity of the two families. So all up there were about nine or ten naked people standing around Carrie’s still body as they said goodbye and.