Yup, there was my mom’s old sofa and the lamp with the football shade that Aunt Claudia and Uncle Jack had given me for my eleventh birthday. This w...s home all right. But what was that amazing aroma? By this time, you’re probably thinking I was a little obsessive about food, and maybe you’re right. But you’ve got to understand, at the moment I’m describing here, I’d probably gone 5 months without eating something at home that didn’t come with instructions that told me to, ‘Punch top to vent’.. Soit seamed like all the guys left came over to me.(I didnt mind that!) I had some fun with a fewthen headed home, thinking about that couple and meeting them. I could hear the voices of the others mouthing their approval.“Fuck that ass Jerry!” Dave implored. Steve snarled, “Make her take it in the ass. Fuck the shit outta her.”Corey was situated in front of me as I raised my head and looked forward. Dave’s cum-bath was falling off my face, his first stream had rolled into my left eye, making my eyelashes clump heavy half closing it. The other streams had coalesced on my chin and right cheek and were both dangling in 2-3 inch strings. They held. The funeral yesterday was the most exhausting thing I’ve ever been through. It was beautiful and sad. Pey’s whole fifth grade class was there at the Methodist church. Worse, the other siblings gathered around us. Joyce and Lisa Adams, Donnie and Barb Dayton, Richard Evans. They looked at me and I gathered them into my arms to cry with them. We still need to protect our siblings in their infant pod.There was an urn. I carried it in my arms as the family was driven to the memorial park. That’s.