My ponytail was hanging over my face, where I couldn't see the other guys come in.I'm stroking and sucking on Sammy's cock when I felt someone other t...an him rubbing my tits. I stopped an turned around to see George. George was the one mummbling under his breath before. George has one tit and is sucking on it. Then another guy comes in and starts to rub my ass. He gives me a quick slap and introduces himself as Tony.I continue on giving Sammy a headjob, when Tony undoes my shorts and pulls. "Fuck it's like Christmas already," Sam said."Hurry home in time to put out the milk and cookies," I suggested."Yes Mommy," Sam said with a laugh.It was almost an hour later when Sam walked in with the bag from Marie's. Of course there was no way to tell it was from there. Marie's was not a chain restaurant with special bags. The bags from here place were just a white plastic film number that could have been from anywhere and contained anything. What they did contain was barbecue sandwiches and. Good people. Would my children get as much support if it were me, instead of my Dad in that grave? I couldn't say.The last of the mourners had gone, and the interment crew was waiting for Pearl and me to leave, so that they could finish their work. I turned to her, and saw the pain of loss in her face. It's the second time for her. I should be more sympathetic. We reached for each other simultaneously, hugging and crying out our mutual misery.When we had both regained some equilibrium, she. When he pulled me up I ended up nearly on my hands and knees. My eyes are tightly closed and my body is beginning to feel very alive. 'Open your eyes, little girl' he softly purrs. I hesitate for a moment and he slaps me again. I open my eyes and look at him - his face only inches from mine seems carved from stone. I search his face for clues to his mood and find nothing. He watches me and knows my thoughts, sees my body vulnerable and available to him. I move my left hand to touch my face.