They and their husbands stopped to give and collect embraces, before leaving to resume their own lives.Dad had few friends, but those that lived were ...ere to wish him farewell. Most of the people attending were relatives, my friends, and my sisters' friends. Each one stopped to say a few words of sympathy and encouragement, and to offer help if needed. 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. We held each other and kissed for minutes. Time no longer had any meaning.Finally we had to stop to breathe. "Amy, are you OK with what we just did?" Yes Jon. I don't think I can consider you to 'just' be a friend anymore. I want more than that from you."I give her one more kiss and then said, "I think we better find a spot for the bear rope soon. The rest of the group is going to wonder where we went. We found an old tree with a nice strong branch about 25 feet above the ground further up the. "Both of them fell silent, watching Marcus who'd made no effort to pick up his guitar."Well?" Hope asked. "Do you know it?" Yes." Great. Let's go then." She turned back to her keyboard, and Shawna tried not to laugh, knowing what was coming next. Hope started on the introduction, her fingers picking out the notes easily on the keyboard. Then she slowed and fell silent."Are you going to join in?" she said, turning to Marcus."I can't play this." You said you knew it!" I do, now you've sung it. I. Put that gorgeous thing of yours in his mouth.”He moved me across the bed, lying back. His strong arms pushing me between his opened legs. Kneeling over his loins I held his cock again. Thick stem topped with a purple glans, half revealed beneath his foreskin, a glistening trickle from the slit at it’s tip. At it’s root, smooth skin contrasted with his hairy chest, balls moving gently in his hairless pouch.I sniffed his strong sweaty odour, inches from his trembling length then extended my.