Admiral Rostrimov turned and began to march off to the left, with the four guards carrying the flag and dressings, following after. An aide then appea...ed, and walked along with him, but two paces back. With that, the coffins slowly retracted on mechanized rollers behind the curtain and onto the flatbed of a GAZ lorry parked discretely out of sight. The cover would be pulled down and it would drive off after everyone had gone."Admiral?" A woman cried out among the weeping mourners. "Admiral?". You can.Me: I want to fuck your Chut.She: Oh no oh fuck fuck fuck. I am in the 9th cloud. Please complete your sentence.Me: Slowly moaning, “Your CHUT”.(I couldn’t believe I actually said it to her.)She: Oh fuck I am cumming now. You have done something to me today. Oh, that’s so fucking wow. Karan, I love you meri jaan.Me: Now more openly, So I can fuck your Chut?She: Yes Yes Yes, Of course, only you can fuck me.We both ejaculated together that night. Then we said Goodnight to each other with. Martha? Sorry, I don’t know the correct honorific for a female Vicar, and Mother Martha seems odd though Father Newenham seemed perfectly normal.”The Vicar’s blushes were spared when the churchwarden came bustling up and said, “Mr. Ransome, it’s so nice to see you again. We have missed you since...”“Thank you Mr. Price. I don’t believe I thanked you for the beautiful funeral at the time, I’m sorry.”“I can well understand that, and no apology is needed. I see you have met our new Vicar. She has. The grinning uncles looked too, and saw they had erections escaping from their trunks. Sean’s huge, purple cockhead was at his navel, while Freddie’s had made its bid for freedom through his left leghole and was projecting just beyond his hip with six or seven fat inches on show.Lara froze, her face changing. She edged sideways towards the lawn so Freddie made way and stepped back. She fled onto the lawn while her uncles struggled to repack their instantly softening cocks.“Oh, er,” Mark’s.