I could keep my finger in her, and still put pressure on the bump. In fact, I could put a lot MORE pressure on the bump.She squealed and flopped aroun... for a few seconds, and then her hand came to mine and held it still. After a few more seconds of that, she pulled at it gently, and helped me take my finger out of her. Then she went limp.I don't think I ever saw anything as beautiful as she was, lying there, one leg straight, and the other cocked at the knee, her breasts heaving as she gasped. I'll be right down." I just thought you should know that Jason is already down here with me, Ma'am." OK. I'm on my way."It wasn't long before Mandy joined Jason for the ride to the Funeral Home. It was going to be hard for her. Very hard. This would be the last time she could touch or kiss her beloved Bob.When they arrived at the Funeral Home there was a long line of cars already waiting. Dave stopped the Town Car in the portico and Jason and Mandy just sat there for a moment. Mandy leaned. “Stakes?” Junior asked.“Nickels, quarters and dollars?” Joe suggested.“White, red and black, respectively?” Junior offered, meaning the chips.“Sure,” Joe said. “I’ll stake the ladies, since they don’t have their purses.”The table was full. Sailors who joined the trip, which included the couple who had been briefly Victoria’s lovers, another heterosexual couple and a gay male couple, all former students of Victoria. Abandoning sex for long voyages aboard the Mary Jane was never an issue. Except. With Ben’s lips attached to my nipple and his hands grabbing my tits I let my hand on his thigh roam higher up his leg. Ben moaned as my hand found the hard lump in his shorts. I traced his cock though his shorts and felt it grow. Ben wasn’t completely hard but he was getting there quickly. He sat up when I squeezed his cock through his pants. Ben looked me in the eye and then planted his lips on mine. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth, finding my tongue. We were making out on the couch.