Amnita was back from Early Mass and was just wearing a garter belt and stockings. Krissi was wearing her white granny dress and slippers; from the loo...ks of it she had decided underwear was something to put on later. Marie was wearing jeans and a blue work-shirt; and it was obvious she was going braless this morning. There were a couple of men chopping and cutting at the kitchen counter, one already fully dressed, the other wearing just a pair of shorts, while two women sat in the corner wearing. I pull my fingers out. and press my new strap-on against his now gaping hole. "This is a new one," I whisper again. "It's bigger. Bigger than you, baby." I giggle as he softly protests "No." But the tip is already in, and he gasps. "What do you mean, baby? Don't you want me to fuck you? Don't you want me to make love to you?" He stumbles out something about he wants to make love to me and can't this wait. I laugh. "That's all you got?" I say. "If you can survive without cumming, then. Her fingers find my wet oozing cunt and dives right in. O GOD the feeling! One finger, in and out and then two, fast and rythmic pushing up and further into my cervix. Four fingers inside me now she starts twisting them until she finds the g-spot, finger-fucking it repeatedly. I feel an uncontrollable spasm come over me. Faster and faster she flicks her fingers and then pulls out and I squirt a big beautiful stream of cum all over the bed! My first time squirting, EVER! We all laugh as Sheila. “Your Uncle Eric is proud of how well you’re bearing up.” “Can it,” she ordered curtly. As the staff rolled the casket out of the room, Shania grabbed my arm. “This ought to be entertaining,” she said. “A funeral service for a guy who never once expressed a thought beyond his own limited existence.” “Shhh,” I hushed her quietly. “You’ve shown real dignity and class. Just hang on to me and we’ll get through this.” “Chapel’s this way,” she said, entwining her arm with mine. “Come with me.” We sat.