With the locket in his hand Jim left the house for the cemetery. He stopped at a roadside flower stand like he did every Sunday and picked up a bouque...t of flowers.It was a beautiful mid-September morning when Jim stepped out of the car. He looked around at the still green trees, their leaves not yet showing any hint of the fall season that was just around the corner. There was a gentle breeze rustling the leaves and the sun was shinning brightly in the crystal blue sky.Jim walked on weak legs. She cupped her hand against her friend’s humid mound and slid a finger in between her pussy lips. The finger was eagerly accepted by Tara’s wet and ready hole and the blonde starlet jumped in surprise. ‘Linds!’ Tara’s eyes went wide as her friend’s digit probed her musky hole. ‘You dirty little slut!’ She felt the redhead slip another finger into her in response to this and Tara decided that she would return the favor. She gripped her breast with one arm and quickly pushed her fingers deep into. Coffee. I was halfway through mine when Clara finished waking and getting up. “Don’t rush,” I told her. “There’s almost no wind, so I’m going to motor out and get the sails up when – or if – there’s some wind.”“You need someone on the wheel, though.”“Can manage. Would do, if I were on my own. But if you’re willing, you can finish your breakfast at the wheel.”I finished eating, drained the coffee, and went to the ‘engine room’. I checked the oil and so on, and fired up the ‘iron sail’, leaving. “You never cease to amaze me, Darling.”“Just...” she cut herself off before she said something to question his commitment. “I need to go to work.”That evening, after an early meal, Imogen and Steve walked the short distance around the building to inspect the apartment they had been offered. It was much like their old one, but with an extra bedroom and a great deal of dust and grime. Imogen looked around with a sigh. “It will be nice, once it’s clean. But there’s a lot of work to be done to make.