Then she asked what favour it is..??? So I replied herMr Bhupendra Lal wants to have sex with you, and he has given me time till tomorrow to think ove... it and reply to him. So she got angry and said What??? What nonsense?? He is such a bastard!! And she started crying.so we ended the discussion there, and I went into bedroom and got into sleep, then in the morning she woke me up and smiled at me and said good morning, I was bit amazed, then she came and slept next to me by resting her head on. “That's so different,” gasped Britney. “Your dad took my cherry. I've never had Vivian's tongue in me. I like it.”“So do I!” I groaned, my hands sliding around her hips to grab her rump now. I held her tight.She whimpered as she did. It was incredible for me. I held onto her so tight. She smeared her hips from side to side, grinding her cunt and bush on my mouth. Ticklish hairs rubbed on my nose. I almost giggled.But I didn't. I focused on pleasing her. My tongue licked and lapped through her. I was fucking her with my tongue.She was filled with pleasure.Now she got up and sat on bed and opened my shirt and started scratching on my chest with her sexy looking long nails.She also sucked hard on my chest.Now she unzipped my jeans and opened my boxer.She took my dick in her hands.My dick is black and average length and most ladies find it favorable.She was running her hands to and fro on my dick.She kissed on my penis and took her into her mouth.Her eyes looked full of lust when she was. However that plan was short lived because Mr. Dexter fell ill on the next Sunday and dies on Thursday. The small town paper carried the story of Mr. Dexter's sudden death and the plans for the funeral. Ted called his Dad and asked if he had seen the obituary on Mr. Dexter. Ed said he had and in return asked Ted if he was friends with young Quincy. Ted said he was and that he and Sara would be attending the funeral. Ed said he and Molly would also be there and would most likely do a visitation.