It caused many onlookers to get so aroused there was a spike in business. “So you’ll meet me up at the Mars station after I get you a pass to come...on the base?” “Sure, if you’ll do me again like that.” “Sure, love to. And I have guys to train in the art too. It’s a pubic public service.So I turned to her again spreading her legs and dove down into her crotch. “Oh I meant if you would do me again at your Mars station.” “Of course,” I said. “But why not now, again. Are you willing?” She wilfully. It was getting close to 9PM as I parked by car out of sight and snuck to the back of the funeral home. I caught a glimpse of Mr. Thompson placing Deborah's sheet covered corpse in the mid-right drawer of the cooler as I looked through on the small basement windows behind the shrubbery. I waited a few minutes and he went up the steps like he was leaving. Keeping undercover, I went around toward the front and watched him come out and go to his house just across the parking lot from the funeral. She came and kissed me. We lip kissed a while and I placed my hand under her top and felt her boobs. They were nice. She placed her hand in my pant and felt me. Since her husband was to be back it was all for the day.She works in a women’s parlor and one day I was going for a function so went to her house and asked for a facial which she had promised me she would do. Since we were family friends her husband did not mind. When I reached her house her husband was not there and she had on a short. Then she said would you like to look at my pussy.I said if you like I have never seen one with hair on it before.She said I am special – very few girls have red hair on it. Mostly its black.She sat down and opened her legs and used her fingers to spread her slit open wider for me to see it. She was all pink and wet in side. I was fascinated. She explained what each bit was and told me the right names and the wrong names like her vagina was a cunt as well. She pointed out and showed me her.