I made sure all the requisite paper work was completed and that she got copies of everything. The service was held in the cathedral in downtown Housto.... The procession to the cemetery was a somber affair with not a word being spoken. I had hired a stretch limo so we could all go together. I held my arms around both Grace and Janet as they wept on my shoulders.At the cemetery a short eulogy was given by the priest and the casket was lowered into the grave. I had handed out yellow roses to all. When she got to the part where Ron slammed his cock into her asshole and she screamed Lavender gasped.“Oh my God! You tried anal?”“What? You mean people do that?”“Oh yeah and it’s supposed to be amazing.”“Well for me it just hurt. A lot.” She rubbed her backside lightly.“Well of course it did the way you did it. It takes lots of practice and you’re supposed to start off real slow and work your way in. And you need lubrication. Your ass can’t produce its own juices like your pussy can.”“And it. "Apologize to him!" he said."I'm sorry Laz," she said to me, quite sincerely I thought, but not well enough for Rich."THWACK!" said the riding crop, right across the backs of Lisa's legs, making her knees buckle."Show him some respect!" Rich seemed a bit more agitated at this point "Don't talk to him like you're his equal" I'm sorry Sir, can you please forgive me?" she seemed almost at the point of tears. I imagine that last swat with the crop was quite painful. But that's what she gets for. My wife tucked her skirt under her casually. "Touch yourself," I said. "I already am," she replied with her hands under the table. I moved my chair a little and she opened her legs. I watched as her fingers with red nails gently stroked the tiny tuft of manicured hair above her pink lips. My cock growing harder in my shorts now and I could feel the dampness in my cotton briefs. I continued to look around to be sure we were safe as did she. She leaned towards me and quietly stated she wanted to.