I went to my own funeral. My mother tried to justify my death by telling herself and the other mourners that I had had no business drinking at my age....I was only 18, too young to go to frat parties, too young to be dead.I sat in the back row crying over myself, but I couldn't justify my death the way my mother had. I noticed a really cute guy get up and walk out to go to the bathroom. I thought for half a second about following him and mentally kicked myself. But then I remembered that I was. She really was very prettywith a girlish face, slim body, beautiful breasts and a small but nicecock bobbling around in front of me. With my help she eventually got myjeans down and the boxers went with them. Pao looked down at my cockwhich was now pointing straight up and giggled, "Miss Alex say you havenice cock, I like too."God, was Alex even capable of being discrete? Probably not on theevidence so far.Pao pulled me up and led me across to a massage mat which she had alreadyrolled out on. Her nipples were so hard, very erect. "I find that a huge turn on" I said, "I love to lick and bite on them" She smiled "Paul wont be back for three hours yet".I ran my fingers down her tummy, fingering her belly button, I could feel her quivering under my touch. I moved my hand down and started to run it along her inner thigh. She parted her legs slightly. "you know my sister (my Mother) has told me that you are quite a big boy, is it true?" she asked, "well I dont know what you would compare. It appeared he was trying to crawl into a bottle just like her brother.Carl looked her over with a frown and a questioning look. He thought she looked familiar but where did he know her from? He barked, "What?" and sat looking at her as she decided whether to talk to him or just leave. Nicole knew she didn't need to become involved with another damaged soul but there was something about Carl that called out to her. Perhaps she could see the man he once was, perhaps it was something else. In any.