“Ok” I said, and pushed the sheet off. My nightie was still up around my waist, and I lay back and parted my legs. I looked over at Matt, his erec... penis in his hand, and with a “slurp” slipped two fingers up into my sopping wet vaginal passage.As I moved them slowly in and out, I saw him start to wank, four fingers on the bottom of his cock, his thumb on top, letting me see it. I was starting to breathe more heavily, in time with my thrusting fingers. I parted my legs further to let my fingers. I’d moved my hands up and down her back and her bare shoulders, but respected her wish not to go further. This was a marathon kissing session, though. We were both panting for breath the next time we pulled our lips away from each other and Kate mashed herself against me as we hugged. Her frame was so light and delicate, but there was no fear of being hurt. We hugged fiercely.“Do you know the legend of King Arthur?” she asked, when our breathing had returned to some semblance of normal. Well,. Throughout the tortuous afternoon I managed to play the Uncle Eric part with proficiency and composure. The dead husband’s biker buddies paraded through in various states of dishevelment. The funeral home had provided a stool for Shania. As the former friends of her mate passed, some murmured words of condolence, while a few others said things like, “You were too good for him,” or other inappropriate comments. One boorish thug had the impudence to suggest he’d replace the deceased in a. "Dump him on the bed" she instructed me.I put him down as carefully as I could, putting him on his side ... just in case he threw up again."Whew ... you stink" she commented before she burst out laughing at my discomfort."Sorry..." was all I could say."Come with me..." she added, holding out her slim soft hand to lead me from that room towards the back of the house where we entered a very neat and tidy bedroom.She noticed that I was surprised and commented "We have separate bedrooms".Charlie.