"Mrs. May, it's nine o'clock. The wake is over. Are you certain that you want the service tomorrow at the Baptist Church." I'm very certain," she almo...t barked at the funeral director. He must have inquired about this at least six times. He was hoping it could be held at the Catholic Church because it was easier getting the coffin. containing Charles remains, into and out of the Catholic one. Mr. Rooney didn't say anything but turned away disappointed that she didn't relent. The pallbearers. I presume I told him mine — who cares? I guess I giggled a lot. I must have acted like a fool, but it did not matter. My hands wanted to touch him. My fingers needed to feel the strong muscles of his bare upper arms, the moist silk of his generous lips. God, how I needed to feel his body against mine."Olga never looked back for her friends. She had no eyes for their knowing smiles as they left her with the tall black man who so obviously made her forget the world around her. The last one to. Then, she played the final card in her accomplished lesbian seduction – she slipped her right hand under my skirt, hoisting it upwards as her fingers found their target – my crotch, my Venus mound. I gave a kind of startled squeal when I felt her first intrusion into my most private, most intimate place, and then my hesitations evaporated – I felt a liberating sensation of pure pleasure, and knew that this was what I wanted, what turned me on.‘Ooooh, Miss – aahh, that feels so good, please do. "God, that's nice," John moaned, putting one hand on the side of her cock-sucking face.Diane looked up at her father, her mouth stretched around his pulsing cock-head. She grinned around his prick, giving his cock a little playful nip."Hey!" her father exclaimed. "Watch it!"Learning quickly, Diane puckered in her cheeks, caressing g her father's prick with the inside of her mouth. She had to spit out some of his cock as his hard-on grew larger and longer. But she kept his cock-head securely.