Kerrie started to take her clothes off, but Ron stopped her. “Let me do it,” he said with a smile.“Why, you have seen me naked since the time we...were babies,” she observed.“Yeh, I know,” he grunted, “but somehow it seems kind of exciting to think about taking your clothes off,” he said as he took her in his arms. Slowly he unbuttoned the front of her shirt, gently tugging it out of her jeans. While the shirt was still over her shoulders, he slipped his hands around and fumbled with the bra. Lord Edward Tilsbury’s funeral service had taken place prior to his internment in the Chelmsford Hall chapel. The chapel could not accommodate all of mourners; and anyway few of them were religious so most had elected to pay their respects at the graveside service.Now that the service was over and marks of respect had been rendered the groups of men and women began to merge, no longer divided by their sex. The few mature women were confident and assured of their status; the younger women more. I took my hand back and began rubbing my ass, spreading my slobber on my ass crack. I reached back up to his cock to get more of my slobber and then reached back and began to work one of my fingers in my ass.Everyone watching was encouraging me. They were saying what a good cock sucker I was and how hungry I was for cock. I was hoping someone would take the hint, but everyone was just watching. Finally, the woman who was here to see some gay sex spoke up. She said that my ass looked like it. " He leaned forward. "Could it be you're a closet furry?" Hey! There's nothing wrong with furry artwork!" she giggled. "I should show you my Doug Winger collection!"He laughed. "I was just kidding! I told you. Just paint your dick like a dildo, and all your dreams will come true. Tracy likes purple. I'd go for that." No, wait." Cassie looked crestfallen. "I can't do it. Not today. Tracy and I are on the same cycle. She's fertile today. I know I am. Putting a condom on a strap-on would look kind.