It was 5.30 in the evening on a Friday, weekend was fast approaching, i was busy wrapping up my work, to leave office on time to catch a evening crick...t match, my phone beeps, it was an MMS by Richa, she was half naked in a white top, wearing nothing, her pussy was drooling already, she might have fingered her using her vibrator, she sexily asked, which panty to wear today honey, red one or the cream one, pinged, i like you raw, without anything all, she pinged me back, you naughty boy, i knew. I pictured Betty holding a cane up and bringing it down on David’s bottom. It caused quite a stir, a wetness between my legs in fact. “So you get quite a punishment eh?” I asked, smiling. I was feeling rather aroused at the thought of David being disciplined. I again lightly fingered his red and marked bottom and couldn’t resist giving him my own smack. He gasped, but didn’t try to get up, so I smacked him a second time, slightly harder. Again he gasped, this time looking. This was the first time I'd seen this woman since she'd sent me that awful letter. Although many years had passed I still felt something akin to hatred towards her. The rage I was already feeling ensured that there would be no chance at forgiveness. I was grateful that Susan didn't see me because I was not sure how she would view the events leading up to the death of her best friend.For the burial I again retreated into the background, trying to stay away from everyone, including my own family.. She sat on the cushion next to him deliberately with her back to him to avoid him seeing up her skirt and started reading aloud. After a couple of minutes it must of occurred to her that he could no longer see down her top so she repositioned herself leaning her back into his right side and sliding lower so that he had line of sight over her shoulder. He had been sitting with his arm on the back of the lounge and they remained like this for a few more minutes while Cherry read from the.