I even felt them flowing down along the crack of my ass. I continued pounding into her, now it was my turn. Megan had fallen backwards onto me m...king it a little harder to pound into her but I found a way. After a couple of seconds I felt something on my testicles. When I looked down I saw who had to be Laura licking Megan’s juices off my testicles, then she moved up and started lashing out at Megan’s clitoris with her tongue. The assault brought Megan to a second climax in no time at. "Aisling?"As he used her middle name ... his endearment saved for very special occasions ... memories, vivid, living memories, came flooding back. She turned to him, buried her face against his shoulder and wept."Hey, hey..." he wrapped his other arm round her and held her as she shook."Tom..." I'm here. Chrissie, I'm your friend. I will always be here when you need me."The funeral was at eleven.The little chapel, St. Nicholas-at-the-Ferry, was packed. Locals who just wanted to say 'goodbye' to. “Would you like get out of here, you know, go somewhere a little more private?” I asked.He arched his eyebrows slightly and nodded his head. As we gathered up our things he asked the question.“Do you know place we can go?”“Three, your place, my place, or we can get a room here.” As I said, we both knew where this was going, but with that answer I had made it official.Out in the parking garage he offered to take me to his place, explaining it was small and not well kept. I stood in front of him,. Ilsa sucked him dry and stuffed his dick back in his sweats. Ilsa climbed back into her seat with a broad smile on her face. She had just gotten two shots of beer flavored cum and was just sitting satisfied with herself. Ilsa knew that this was going to be a night to remember.Chapter 2Fritz said, "Well mama, are you ready to go? It's getting cold here. Come Frantz, you're in no shape to drive and we have room at our house for you and Ingrid." Fritz stood and helped his wife to her feet..