I found it so intensely erotic to have my legs open in such a provocatively sexual pose and not hidden away under the sheets in my own room but outrag...ously exposed in these neither private nor intimate surroundings. It was erotically like masturbating in public but without the practical downside of actually being in public.Eventually the joy from my nipples peaked out and it was time to move on. I knew if I touched my clit I'd come in a flash but I just wanted this to go on and on. I decided. "What's it like?" she asks me."Very nice, actually," I say, "The taste's just began to develop." Really?" she says, "Into what?" Vanilla," I blurt out, "but it is a bit strong, the cigar." I think I can handle it," she says and takes a few puffs, making thecharred foot glow like a bright red cherry. This will take forever to cooldown, I curse under my breath."I don't know about vanilla," she says, "but I'm very distinctly pickingup raspberry."I don't have to lick my lips to know where the. The world didn't even know Pam was related to him at all.Clint strolled to us, his cock bobbing hard before him. He was all strength and channeled power. He'd pulled our family together in the wake of our father's deaths. His mother, my Aunt Cheryl, had been particularly lost without her master. Clint had stepped up and took his mother in hand, giving her some of the domination back that she missed. Not the love, but the strength.Our mothers would forever love our father, but they had found. How could I deny her my full support at them both?To be honest, I wanted to spend every moment of our shrinking allotment of time we had together.Mary wore the same black outfit for both funerals, wearing a dark veil so she was only recognised by the press at the second public funeral, while I also wore the same dark suit delivered to me by Mr Sims for both funerals.I had wondered a couple of days earlier why I was sent the suit.The morning funeral was a small private church ceremony for family.