”“That will never happen with me, Sister Crawforde, for I know well your healing art,” Jonathan replied. “I thank you for your kind words and ...or coming.”The Crawfordes left then, promising to attend the funeral on the next morning, and Jonathan returned to his own lodgings over the armoury. Nelly had prepared a supper for him after which he went to sleep. There was much for him to think about, but he was tired enough to sleep through the night.The funeral was a solemn affair. Almost the entire. "My cunt is tight and juicy!" I squeezed my muscles on his cock. "Feel how warm and velvety I am. Your bitch has Grade A cunt!" You think this is Grade A cunt?" he sneered.I thrust my hips wildly. "See how well I fuck! Feel my pussy clamping down on you! It's a wonderful pussy! Worthy of your cum, Master!" Fine," he grunted. "I'll cum in you this time. But your cunt is hardly worth it!"I knew he didn't mean them, but his degrading words still sent another wonderful orgasm bursting inside me as. I rationalized that since she was single (divorced, actually, unlike Anita who had never married) maybe she'd also be horny and looking for release.I got to Lucille's and was briefly disappointed that she was all business as we unloaded the carpet and carried it to her basement. She was wearing an ornate white nylon running suit which was clearly never meant for sweating in. I admired how it hugged her ass as we climbed the basement stairs and resolved to get her out of it somehow. She didn't. She squirted some lotion on her right thigh and laid back flat on the bed, lifting her leg straight up so she could rub the lotion into her skin. Lucy was shaking because she knew that the boys were looking directly at her down-covered vagina and her bumhole. When the lotion was rubbed in, Lucy was afraid to sit up for fear of looking at the window to try to see the boys. So, she lowered her right leg, bent the knee and put her foot flat on the bed, before lifting her left leg and applying.