I told him that was great until I realized he meant it for me. I was so angry at him that I was stunned. Then I saw Johnathan disappointing face befor... me and thought maybe this would be for the best. I will get over my feeling for him and he might not pursue me any more. At dinner, once again I knew how to blend into the back ground. Even though I was wearing my favorite dress. You know the black one with pink straps and bow-tie. This time my hair was open and flowing down my back. My mother. My hands moved down and cupped her round ass. She moaned as my fingers traced her crack. My cock pressed against her stomach. Her small breasts were pressed into my chest. She pushed back and broke our kiss. “Are you going to show me to our bedroom?” I smiled and took her hand to lead her to my bedroom. Unlike the common assumption of bachelors, my house was clean. Everything was organized and in its place. So when we entered my, our, bedroom, the bed was made and there was no clutter. I walked. ” I stood up, thanked him for the information, and walked out the door.>>>>>>There were plenty of tears at the wake and the funeral, but none from me. I was sure that her friends and relatives felt that I was keeping the proverbial stiff upper lip—being strong for the sake of the family. Only Amy knew the truth and she remained silent at my side.Family and friends were invited to what had been our home after the burial for drinks and food that was catered by a local restaurant. These events. I took off the lid of the pomade and stuck two fingers inside of it, pulled out an admirably sized scoop and slathered it in and around her asshole. Hoping it wouldn’t sting my dick, I coated it with the tea tree and pine scent pomade. The pomade was a bright orange color, which left my dick and her asshole an eerie shade of Halloween. No stinging. That would have been embarrassing for both of us.“Please put it in my asshole?” she asked, those big baby blues of hers drilling into my eyes. “Put.