. But then, without warning, I would lower my head slowly while the hand that was playing with her breast paused. As my head reached her cleavage, the...hand would slip in her shirt and into her bra to get a more direct feel of her breast while I would begin to kiss her cleavage gently and the exposed parts of her breasts. As I did his, the hand that was playing with her ass would wrap itself around her waist to holder as close as possible to me. My erect manhood demanded that I squeeze her. Touching her anus he felt it tighten. He softened his touch and gently circled the opening. She twitched and began to shift her position. When settled, her legs were further apart, offering her sex to him. His oily hands caressed her cunt. It was engorged. She tipped her glowing bottom to give him full access to her sex. Delighted, he poured more oil onto his hands and began to work it into the slit. She purred and wriggled. He stroked with a feather-light touch and began to feel a bump growing. My mom said it's a sign of respect to kiss the forehead of someone who has passed on. I was 21 when my grandmother died and was pressured into performing this bizarre ritual. It was my first funeral of a closed family member that I ever attended.Today when I think of my grandma, I do have many found memories. The way her perfume smelled. Her shinny black rectangular handbag that always had a dollar for me. The way she loved coffee. How pissed I made her when I ran away on my trike. All the kids. Outside we went to Megan's car and all got in. Megan explained that we were going to Jeffs place as he lived alone and there was no chance of us being seen by anyone that knew either of us. Jeff she explained was a friend from work that she had known for about a year and she had recently found out about his fetish for nylon after confronting him when she had caught him staring up her skirt when they were alone in the office and she was bending to put a file away in a low drawer. We arrived at.