I stood next to the bed looking down at him and he must have sensed me standing there because he weakly turned his head my way, opened his eyes and st...red at me. Then he reached out a hand and I took it and he said something, but his voice was so weak I couldn't hear him so I leaned down and put my ear to his mouth and he said, "I'm sorry," squeezed my hand and then he was gone.The funeral was a dreary affair as most always are and afterwards, as was the family custom, every one went to dad's. Then Mark grunted and gave an extra hard shove which made her gasp involuntarily. This in turn gave his penis still more access, and all of a sudden it crushed through her full moist lips and plunged deep into the warm wet furnace of her mouth. It's throbbing hardness slithered up the length of her tongue, filling her mouth completely with its powerful thick fleshiness before she could do anything about it."That's it, baby... beautiful... beautiful..." Mark clutched her hair and bent over. . they seemed... to belong to me, to be a part of me. My back was pretty (it was!), and the scars were part of my back, and so they were pretty, too. Does that make sense? Of course not, but that's what I saw. I suddenly felt very, very desirable. A man would want me now! My nipples were so hard that they hurt."Hurry!" the girl said, and she took my hand, and I let her lead me out of the room. All the other naked girls were hurrying out of the dressing room, too, into a huge marbled hall, where. That was it: She got on her toes and kissed me that instant.We were just grabbing each other wherever we could and trying to chew the lips off each other’s face. I pushed her against the wall and pulled her pallu aside. Her tied up hair was already a mess and she reached back and removed her clutcher, letting loose her dark, waist-long hair.I was enjoying the sexy view of a horny middle-aged woman at my mercy while she was undoing my belt and the button of my pants. I grabbed her hands and.