She giggled as I flicked her face with the wather, and stood for me to watch her over. When I reached her pussy, I waited for her to flinch but she ju...t stood still. I told her to stand with her legs apart, and at this she looked puzzled. 'Mommy never did that Uncle Jase.' She said, as I pretended to look shocked. 'Never?' I said disbelievingly as she shook her head, panicked. 'My word. I better see to Mr Puss extra well then.' 'Yes Uncle Jase. Clean Mr Puss extra well.' And with that trust. I started moving my hands over her, starting from her legs and went up to the thighs, encircled her yoni on top of her panty, and guided one of my finger inside her navel and kissed it, moved still up, reached her breasts, her breathing was increasing, I cupped her breasts, used my fingers to caress the region of the breasts, moved further up, took her face in my hands, kissed her beautiful eyes, bit her ear lobes, in return she bit my ear lobe, kissed her forehead and took the hand shower. As I thought, he was standing there, an obvious tent in his pants. He introduced himself as Zane, from England. We went into one of the private rooms and he got straight to business without speaking a word. He threw me onto the bed roughly, quickly stripping off both of our clothes. He sat on my chest, pushing his big, easily eight inch cock, into my mouth and fucking it. I was in total shock; it was all happening so fast and I was getting wet. My mouth was being abused, but I was getting wet. I followed my parents into the home, passing through the crowd unnoticed. The room where I lay was filled with flowers. My casket lay on a low table. It was glowing shining white with gold handles and trim. The lid was open.I hesitated once again. I knew that what I would see would only add to the weight of a reality I did not yet want to accept. I also knew I had to look. Slowly, I stepped up to the casket.I gazed at the dream-like scene before me. The other me, the me that lay in the casket,.