In more modern times, men wore dark suits but a black necktie is de rigueur for the occasion.Please go on. The person was interested.There used to be ... tradition that no-one walked in front of the coffin in the procession, but that changed in the late 20th century when the guy in charge of the funeral arrangements took to walking at a slow pace in front of the whole procession, effectively acting as a Master of Ceremonies. The bell of a church was rung at the time of a funeral, the relatives. Stepping down onto the floor, I adjusted my shorts and stared at Rose Ann who continued to lie on the bed with a lazy, shit-eating-grin on her face. Raising up, Rose Ann patted the mattress and invited me back to her bed. I wasn't going to fall for that ploy and told her so. "Ahh, you're no fun," Rose Ann pouted."Lord God, Rose Ann. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't!" You sure look like you can," she replied, staring at the pup tent in my shorts."I know I can. But I can't," I. She yelled out loud and he groaned into her neck. Immediately I felt insecure and jealous. What if she enjoyed sex with him more than me? He was handsome, confident. Then my mind went to the size of his cock, which was bigger than mine, now buried deep in her tight, little pussy. Slowly he began pumping into her, over and over, both of them moaning louder and louder. As they fucked my mouth hung open and my body shook. I was overtaken with sexual energy. My wife, had become the hottest, most. Cate looked at me hesitantly, and then started jacking me again. Watching my sister jack me off really got my heart racing and I again started gasping."Good, good. He like," Anh told her."He like very much," I enthused. I started to thrust along with Cate's pumping motion. Anh reached out and grabbed my balls, gently massaging and rolling them around in her hand. She did this for a second, and then held them out for Cate. Cate hesitantly grasped them with her left hand while still pumping me.