..tits are the fucking savior.She slowly pushed me back and just quietly grinned as she began to unbutton my pants. I could only stare.When my, obvio...sly hard, cock sprang free, she began to slowly stroke it up and down..."Yeah...you're a good little boy for me aren't you?" You want me to play with your fat cock?"She continued to speak as her two hands manipulated my organ like a fucking piano, playing a concerto for all to see...my head was definitely back singing and moaning the tenor and. I told him that I haven’t disclosed her about the shop and want to surprise her in future. He assured me that he will take care of it.Now things were as my expectations so I started to plan the next phase. I started to text Tarun from a new number, pretending to be his well-wisher. Tarun didn’t respond on any message and so I just asked him did he have any secret desire which I can try to full fill. He didn’t replied that too but at night he replied that he has a secret desire to fuck his boss. The service was held in the cathedral in downtown Houston. The procession to the cemetery was a somber affair with not a word being spoken. I had hired a stretch limo so we could all go together. I held my arms around both Grace and Janet as they wept on my shoulders.At the cemetery a short eulogy was given by the priest and the casket was lowered into the grave. I had handed out yellow roses to all the ladies to place on the casket as it went down. I then took a garden trowel and had each of. She was in her nighty. I went behind her and hugged tightly and gave a kiss on her neck. She too responded well and we smooched for 15 mins. Suddenly the doorbell rang she went to see who it was and I was on the sofa. She was back again in few seconds and behind her, there was a lady. Another bombshell looking hot.My aunt introduced me to her. Her name is Ankita. Her stats are 30-36-34.She sat opposite to me and my aunt went to the kitchen to bring water. She came with water and she sat beside.