But recently, things changed between Benny and me. That's why I'm writing this narrative; to try to get my thoughts organized. So here's what happened...Dad's younger brother died suddenly. I mean really suddenly at the age of thirty-eight. It couldn't have been too much of a surprise because I'd heard my dad say more than once that Greg – that was his brother's name – wouldn't live to be forty if he didn't find some way to get off the booze. Benny and I had never met him. He'd been invited to. Walking to the cemetery early that morning, he knew one of his last jobs would be to help his Uncle Homer distribute the wreaths of flowers that had been sent by people who would be unable to be there.By ten o'clock that morning, North Union Cemetery, that beautiful Garden of Remembrance, had scores of graves brightly decorated with flowers and wreaths of many colors. Old friends were soon meeting and greeting other old friends. They quickly became caught up in renewing acquaintances with the. He must have smelled traces of my husband on my pussy. I heard him growl a little. He was jealous. Another male had been with his bitch. There was only one thing to do. Claim her back as his own bitch for sure.He licked me a few more times making my clit hard and climbed up on my back. He found his mark quickly. His cock was dripping as he shoved it into me. This felt so much better than my loving husband earlier tonight. This dog was reminding me I was his, and that's what I wanted to be. I. A large gush flowed into my mouth as my tongue licked around inside of her. I reached up with my hand and gently fondled her breasts, making her moan out with pleasure. My tongue slid up to the top of her pussy and dragged in and out as my hand pinched her nipples. In no time, she came for the third time and began to pant loudly. I looked up at her, with her juices dripping off my lips. As I moved up and kissed her, she licked off her own juices and smiled at the taste. She knew what I wanted.