The usual place!" Michele hung up.And that's how I came to be here now; the feel of silk and satin caressingmy body, the stockings encasing my legs, t...e taste of lipstick and makeup,the smell of my perfume exciting me. It comforts me and makes me feelfeminine and downright slutty. I can feel the hem of my skirt caressingmy thighs and then a hand slides under the hem and strokes my stockingtops. My cock strains against my satin panties and I slaver at theerection in my mouth.I lift my lips. Here we all assembled again as Father Gunther said afew more words over the coffin before it was lowered into the ground.Which was pretty much it. The grave-diggers moved in to fill in the gravewhile everyone else lined up to give Joachim their condolences beforedrifting away. Albrecht Grost didn't bother with this convention, turningand marching out of the churchyard to his waiting staff car the instantthe graveside ceremony was over and being whisked away by his driver."I wonder if it's. I took Gina by the hand and led her into the bathroom. I opened the bottle of water drank the contents in one gulp. I watched as Gina did the same with her bottle. We both gently peeled off our lingerie and stepped inside the bathtub. I smiled at her as I pulled her close and traced my fingers over her soft body. We slowly started to kiss, our tongues sliding deep into each other’s mouths. Gina’s hand traced the curve of my breast before resting gently on my belly. Before I could realize what. She rubbed her hand softly across it, seeing if Ronald would respond. He didn’t move, as she rubbed again a little harder. Nadia’s hand traced the outline of Ronald's cock. It must uncomfortable for him, she justified her thoughts with herself. As she undid his top pant button.She slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear down. She could see his shaft, semi-hard and bent around. Slipping her hand into his pants she pulled it out. It sprang to life in her hand. Ronald’s cock has to be.