It was the only way I could cum without faking one."Kris came over, standing behind Tracy now, and felt her breasts over her top. They felt soft, like...she hadn't been wearing a bra."Is that right?" he asked with a wicked grin. "So did he have a big cock?" Kind of," she answered."How about where he shot his load?" Kris growled in her ear as he continued to massage her tits and pressed his now-hard cock against her ass."Mmmmm....right into my pussy like you do." God, you are a hot little slut. We. Most of the houses were small single family dwellings but, on the corner across from the day-care, there was a large apartment building of perhaps 150 flats on ten floors. Local residents were in the habit of using the golf course as a wooded park during the summer and as private cross-country skiing locale/toboggan run in the winter. At the other end of the one-way street was the heart of 'the village', a street lined on both sides with stores and boutiques, some straight, run of the mill,. I had cautioned the undertaker about making any noise. He was so startled when he stood upright in the cave that he dropped his flashlight. The sound was there! It reverberated and the undertaker dove for the exit, disappearing where he had entered a minute before. It looked like Father John and I had this to do alone.Picking up the supplies we eased into the passage. It was difficult to maneuver the empty bag. It was going to be even more difficult bringing it out filled. As we reached the. It took some time, but I was proud of myself when my wife finally mentioned that I could stop.No sooner had I looked up than I saw my wife smiling down at me. I knew she was pleased with how I’d behaved and I also realized that the odds were that I’d find myself conducting this sort of service many more times in the future.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~My answer would come in the "wee" hours of the morning, less than 8 hours later.Most of the group had milled around the pool until midnight. A few couples had.