I say kind of because she had a mouth full of strangers cock and I could see the first telltale signs of his spunk dripping from the corner sof her mo...th. I told her not to swallow it all but to keep some for aunty S. Once he had finished emptying his load and she had milked as much of it as possible from him, she pulled her mouth off his cock, walked over to us and took aunty S's face in her hands. She then leaned down, opened her mouth with her fingers and spat the rest of his spunk straight. My excitement on overdrive at the wonder of the passing landscapes; everything fresh and new to those young eyes. This was one journey however I had covered hundreds of times before, but there was always something new to see. An eye catching billboard perhaps, and the usual diverse commuter crowd who provided me with so much entertainment. After a half dozen stops the train juddered to a halt, with the sound of brakes on metal giving a blood curdling screech. My stop. I walked the short. I opened the front door.No fucking newspaper.I wanted to scream out...”Typical!”Then the memory kicked in and I had to sit down for a moment and let my tears flow in private because everybody knows real men don’t cry.Today was the funeral.Today was the day I would bury my beloved Julie. I knew what was in the coffin. It was the bits and pieces of what had been a beautiful young woman in the prime of her life. My young bride had been wiped off the game-board of life by a bomb meant specifically. Her mouth was frantic, placing little wet kisses on my neck and shoulders, my face, anywhere she could. I responded in kind, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. The firmness of her tiny nipples made dents in my chest. Her hips flattened against my leg, and I felt the heat and wetness of her pussy grinding against me. Our tongues were in a duel, and I was moving around trying to get my leg between hers. I cupped her butt cheeks in my hands and kneaded them firmly, enjoying the.