Alberts cheeks. Her hands squeezed mine tight, her fingers warm. My heart pounded. Her nose twitched. Was she smelling our passion? My heart thundered...in my chest.“Amen,” her father said.“Amen,” the rest of us repeated, my friend giving my hand a squeeze.Mrs. Alberts held mine for a moment longer, her eyes sliding open and glancing at me. She flicked her tongue across her lips, her eyes roaming up and down my body. I swallowed, not sure what to do. She released me.“You girls look... flustered,”. He kissed the back of her hand and then looked her in the eyes again. She could see a pure passion and lust broil in his bright eyes. He asked her if this is what she wanted, she simply nodded and leaned forward to kiss him. He accepted her kiss and returned it with a passion and fervor that she had not felt in a very long time. He covered her entire face in gentle kisses. Sucking her lower lip into his mouth and gently running his tongue over it and nipping it gently and playfully. She felt. We’d do the same on the fortieth day, then after three months, six months, and then, finally, on every anniversary of his death.“I say prayers for Stephie every year as well,” I said.“And your first girlfriend?” Michelle asked.That wasn’t really Birgit, but I knew what Michelle meant.“I never did that for her, because at the time, I didn’t really know about these kinds of prayers. I don’t recall any memorials like this in my Roman church growing up, though I’m sure some people did them.”“You. Sam opened the next of their photos, this one showing Wendy lying on the bed, wearing just a pair of matching black lace bra panties. Her nipples and pussy lips were visible through the sheer material of the bra and panties."What do they say about that one?" Wendy asked impatiently, wanting to know what other people thought of her photos. She was pleasantly surprised by just how much she enjoyed being looked at! She felt a sense of power over the viewers, being in control of what they could.