Mr. Ferguson was the funeral director of the local funeral home, and he and his son were moving around some equipment in a small room that looked more...like a clean garage than the morgue where she'd been last night.Her heart began to race as Mr. Ferguson reached for the buttons on her blouse. This wasn't good. Mr. Ferguson would see her titties. She looked for a way to escape, but found she couldn't seem to get more than five or ten feet from her body.By this time the older man had unbuttoned. We, were new in town, and to the neighborhood, and being in an interracial union not many of our neighbors were as "welcoming" as they could have been. Liz on the other hand made it her mission to welcome me, my wife and k**s into the area. While we wecomed her as a friend, she had some tendencies that were a little "off putting." On point, she had a habit of "wandering" in thru the backdoor if left open and helping herself to a cup of coffee. Courious by nature, she had no trouble asking. He used to make me laugh when he cursed in English, which he often did! One day, Jaime said he had received a letter from his family in Spain and it said that his brother had died and now the house was vacant, so Jaime decided to take his retirement (he was about 64, roughly 20 years older than us) and go back to Spain. The weekend arrived when he was to leave on the Monday. He spent the day going to see friends and saying goodbye. We had arranged for him to come to our caravan at about 3. He. "Oh I love this one!" I lied (I hadn't seen it before but she didn't need to know that). "Let's watch it together, shall we?" I asked. I stood directly behind her, my hands on the bars of her wheelchair."Um, okay," she replied, "if you want to."As the women in the clip moved into more intimate sex I placed my hands on Gaby's shoulders and began massaging gently. I could see her smile through the reflection on her monitor screen. I imagine that she could see me smiling as well. As I felt.