The driver and passenger, engaged in a heateddiscussion, were crushed by a lorry. Death was instantaneous for both.I went to pieces. I couldn't focus,...felt unable to take decisions aboutthe funeral or anything else. So Rosie stepped up. She had grown up withus. She was my daughter's best friend.She knew us.In the two weeks before the funeral, Rosie was amazing. She moved into mydaughter's old bedroom (hers too, when she was staying with us ), andtook charge of everything.And she gradually. He excused himself to use the bathroom, and another guy came over and asked me to dance. Jeez, what was I supposed to do? If I said no, I’d be insulting and rejecting him, but if I said yes, I’d be hurting the one who just left. Fortunately, while I was pondering this, the first guy reappeared, and they both seemed willing to share me. Unbelievable. So okay, I got up and danced, then danced with the first guy. Both took a strong interest in my bottom, and both asked me for my telephone number.. I felt his cock get harder and harder as it rubbed my leg. Then his mouth left my tit and kissed down to my stomach. He kissed all over my stomach and then tongued my belly button. He must have heard me moan as he then kissed lower and soon was kissing my pussy and I loved it. He pulled my leg between his legs so he could so he could continue cock rubbing me as he licked and sucked my clit. Then he licked to my hole and all around it. By now I was quite wet and he licked my cum away as he then. My knees were trembling with excitement. My cunt juiced up at the thought that I had no control what so ever as to what was going to happen to my body in the next few hours.“Gentlemen,” Buddy said. “I want you to meet my slut. I would call her a whore, but I haven’t charged anyone to fuck her yet.”My knees started to buckle at this statement, but I caught myself.“Are you crazy Bud?” Allen said. “This is your friend’s wife; doesn’t that mean anything to you?”“Sure it means something.” Buddy.