“Ohhh..!” My wife said with a jump. I’m assuming he tried licking her clit which is very sensitive after cumming. Slowly my wife closed her ey...s as she sat on top of Marks face, her face red and flush.“You need to suck on him again,” My wife said to me. Again I knelt between Mark’s obliging legs and took his cock in my mouth. Reminisce of my wife still present. I sucked the best I could as she massaged his balls and then began jacking him off. “Look how big he is,” My wife commented as I. I had suggested to her that Holliman’s was a good place to do the service for Jack, since they had done a good job with Grandpa. The funeral home also provided us with a packed container holding half of Jack’s ashes. I had an idea for them but needed to talk to the family about them.Teresa seemed to think my eulogy was good and asked me to deliver it again at the memorial service in Matucket. I needed to edit the eulogy to fit the needs for our family, not for people who didn’t know him like we. It was an amazing sight to watch the sexiest girl without a saree. Her navel was amazing. I went down and kissed her navel for 5 minutes. She was pressing my head against her navel. I couldn’t even control myself, I started to lick her navel.She was completely horny now. Slowly both my hands entered her saree from below. Her thighs were smooth. I went to her panty and pulled it down. Her panty was too wet. Her juices were flowing down. I left her navel, lifted her saree up to her thighs.I. I just pulled her even closer, allowing my hand to slip farther down on her ass. And then the musicians announced it was the last dance and I maneuvered my mother over to a dark corner where we simply danced in place; she with her back to the wall, me with a hand on her ass, swaying side to side as the music slowly died away.She whispered something and I asked her to repeat it. “Kiss me,” she whispered huskily.I lowered my mouth to hers, just touching her Champagne coated lips. The tip of her.