It has been twenty minutes since I drove into the parking lot, walked into the main office, and asked one of the dark-suited employees where Marty’s...grave is. The employee – or Service Representative, as her desktop nameplate so eloquently states her job title – quietly tapped a few keys on her computer’s keyboard, squinted at her glowing monitor, then gave me a lot number and directions. “I could show you myself,” she suggested, “if you’d like.” “No, thank you,” I said. I have a pretty good. And the soup smells good too." Hegrinned again."OK, mister," I said sternly. "Enough of that. Why don't you sit downand let me finish up here without your distractions."He obediently returned to the table. I was very flustered by his good-natured flirting, if that's what it was.Once again, over lunch, he was an endless source of funny stories andwonderful jokes. He imitated voices of some of his clients and otherpeople he encountered and had me laughing out loud.Over dessert, I decided that. Already a drop of cunt cream fell onto the bed. “It’s not biting into you in any places. No tingling.”“Circulation feels fine,” she said, wiggling her fingers and toes. “No pinched nerves.” She smiled at me. “Just a hot cunt and that wonderful abrasion all over my skin. Ooh, I’m going to be striped for days.”“Good,” I said as she rotated around. I grabbed her head and turned her, I planted a hot kiss on her mouth. I plundered my tongue past her lips, dancing with hers.Pam turned off the lights. He will be home from his fishing trip tomorrow morning-right? didn't he go with uncle robert? I could spend the night and be here when they get home. I'm sure they both would have a good old laugh-right?mom: you son of a bitch-you wouldn'tson: dont speak about my mother like that -mommom: you think your so smart-dont you?son: no mom I think I am lucky because I have been looking for a way to fuck you since I was a little k**. you just gave me a way when i found these pictures-and i must say.