“You’re doing great, babe,” I told her. “Your Uncle Eric is proud of how well you’re bearing up.” “Can it,” she ordered curtly. As the...staff rolled the casket out of the room, Shania grabbed my arm. “This ought to be entertaining,” she said. “A funeral service for a guy who never once expressed a thought beyond his own limited existence.” “Shhh,” I hushed her quietly. “You’ve shown real dignity and class. Just hang on to me and we’ll get through this.” “Chapel’s this way,” she said, entwining. Acloser look revealed that it was affixed to the wall. Derry stopped infront of it, and so did I.The picture was an extremely lifelike full-body portrait of a young boy,aged maybe ten. He had light brown hair, roundish cheeks and a brightsmile on his lips. With a surprise, I understood the boy was none otherthan me. The face in the painting was a faithful recreation of my classphoto from the fourth grade, with the rest of the body added in."See who that is?" Derry asked me."I think I do," I. Celeste and I joined Meka in pulling Brett’s T off. After that, Kim organized Rhee and Gracey in getting his pants off, and Liya and Heather each removed a sock while looking up at the obvious bulge in his navy-blue undies.As she stood, Liya said, “When you four remove his undies, you must be mindful of his cock. You need to pull the waistband out so it doesn’t catch on his erection.”The undies crew showed a combination of nerves and excitement as they stepped up to complete their task. Char. Itna janwar tha woh phir usne mere boobs ko dabana suru kiya t shirt ke upar se itna jor jor se daba raha tha ke meri jaan nikal ja rahi thi bhuka janwar ki tarah woh mere boobs ko daba raha tha t-shirt k upar se dant seBhi kat raha tha 20-25 min tak usne mere boobs ko pagolo ki tarah dabane ke baad mujhe dress utar ne ko kaha main rone lagi aur kaha ki mujhe ghar jana hai bohut rone lagi phir usne mujhe chhor diya.Main ghar aa gayi maa ko kuchh bata nahi darr se ghar aa ke t-shirt utar ke.