The DJ being a clever sod had anticipated just such an event, he had the backing tracks all ready.They conferred for a little while, ***********ed the...songs and the order, then they sang. They sang like two angels, never had I heard them so good. I realised that they were singing to each other, not us. We might as well not have been there. It was just incredibly beautiful.I glanced at Sylvia as she grabbed my arm, tears were rolling down from her eyes but she was smiling. I put my arm around. " I'm sure there's plenty of life in you yet." And we left it there.The next morning in the office, Carole bounced into my room with a big, beaming smile. But she took one look at my face, and totally deflated. I was in the middle of writing my little note on Peter's death, trying to find the honest words that would be acceptable."What's happened?" was all she asked.And I told her, and her reaction was almost predictable, "Poor Molly."But then it was back to business and I asked her to get me. I wanted more, lots more. I reached up between her thighs with my hands, spreading her legs further apart, then parted her lips with my thumbs.Her pussy was beautiful. It was like a flower but so moist and delicious looking. I did my very best to then lick and taste as much of her as possible. I tried to do the same things she had done to me and I took great delight in holding her thrashing hips down and her pussy to my face as I sucked and licked her pussy to orgasm after orgasm. My whole face. The noises coming from the kitchen were amusing. I heard the refrigerator door open and close. Then I heard some grunting and heavy breathing. This was followed by even more grunting. “Let’s go Diane,” I hollered. “A slut should have no trouble depositing those cucumbers. In fact, I expect you’re enjoying it. But you better not cum, you whore. Hurry up and get out here!” Moments later she came crawling around the corner into the living room. The look of concentration on her face was comical as.