Evelyn had died of breast cancer just five days earlier. Although they thought they had been prepared for her death, she had been battling the disease...for almost three years; the awful finality of it was still proving to be a lot to bear. Still, they were drawing strength from each other, and from the warmth and love they felt projected by the hundreds of souls surrounding them, and from the look of compassionate kindness on the face of the minister standing at the pulpit in front of them. The. . pretty ... all the girls wanted him. There’s more to Robert Morris than pretty.” She held her hands about a foot apart.“Oh ... OH!”“A trumpet flare to go with it.”I blushed. I’ve been tried ... just not that often. My experience with erotic shapes is limited.Although ... I really like chordee (curved upwards) for scratching that itch. Chordee and flare would be ... personally ... tremendously satisfying. Chordee is ... fine.“Why did you stop?” I realized what I said. Hurriedly, I added,. His body slammed into me, our hips clapping, as he panted. My head trapped between his forearms, I looked up, deep into those lust darkened eyes of his. “Fuck me,” I moaned to my sweat-slickened lover, “Fuck my slutty pussy.” His pace increased, his strokes thrusting me forward on the carpet, harder and hard he pounded, spurred on by my increasing cries. “Oh God, Oh God.” I panted hard, matching his furious breathing. “You’re going so deep. Oh my God. Fuck.” There was no relief from the assault. A typical ride home from the city takes about 30 minutes, so on this particular night yours truly gets about 10 minutes down the road and needs to have a toilet stop! While I`m relieving myself, a devilishly dirty thought came into my head....I thought I`d get my cock out in the back of the taxi when I got back to see what sort of reaction I`d get from my Lovely :)As I slid back into the taxi,right behind the driver,I unzipped my fly and let it free! (I had removed my underwear in.