They were older than most of thewomen; not one of the men was younger than forty.The men all wore black onyx and gold rings on their right ringfingers..., the band of which was fashioned into a serpentine design.Of course there was no one outside of this distinguished group of menand women to recognise any of the mourners; they were a closed societyand the funeral was a private service.The just completed internment had taken place at the family cryptinside the hallowed grounds of Chelmsford Hall. . A flavor all her own. It was not only yummy, and exciting. It was also intoxicating. It also contained an aroma that was almost as heady. It was as if he were a virgin, having his very first woman. The excitement of her presence, and her naturally sweet personality, along with her fascinating beauty, and sexiness, topped off by her willingness to please, were almost more than he could stand. His family had written about her in their letters, arousing his curiosity. Now he was in her presence.. She smiled, and shuffled her position.Albert had frozen, but the girl's warm smile, and the wave of her hand, suggested that she wanted him to continue; so he did. She smiled again, then slipped the top of her dress down, pulling her arms out and permitting her large, round tits to spill into view. Albert's cock twitched at the sight and the girl smiled more broadly. She slid her hands across of ample globes, squeezing the soft white flesh, kneading them, pulling the large, brown nipples. All. "Oh yeah, my old man wants me to ask you to Sunday dinner." What?" Of all the things Bud could have said, that was one that Stevie hadn't anticipated."Yeah, Rebecca turned red and shit but Dad says that she hasn't been able to finish a sentence without adding something about you all week, so it must be time for you to come to dinner."After Bud left, Stevie stood in the dark, cramped bathroom. He was so happy he felt as if his heart were going to burst.Hugging the envelope full of money to his.