The crowd gathered for Evelyn Kent Silverman's memorial service overflowed into the halls. Seated in the front center pew were her family; her husband... of 19 years, Martin; her daughters, Melanie, 18, and Amber, 16; and her son, Scott, 15. It was clear they were united by great sorrow, and by great love. Evelyn had died of breast cancer just five days earlier. Although they thought they had been prepared for her death, she had been battling the disease for almost three years; the awful finality. He said that i am always had to fuck you. Then he stood before me and placed his cock in front of my mouth i took it straight in my mouth and began sucking it. I was trying to deep throat, like we saw in the porn. He was in seventh heaven, when i did that. I then removed his dick from my mouth and made me stand in doggie style. I knew his intention. He wanted to fuck me from behind. I lower myself for him. He was sucking my pussy to make it wet, but he didn’t knew that i was already wet for. I have a family of 4 people, my Father, Amma, Me and my younger brother. Ours is a normal South Indian family; we lead happy, contented lives; everything as usual, just like yours. Dad works in a private finance firm, which requires him to go on occasional business trips. Amma is a housewife, she used to teach English in my school earlier, but stopped after my brother was born. My mother is like any other housewife of her age; Cooks food for us, goes to the bazaar, cleans the house, does puja. Her face gave nothing away. ‘Conference room,’ was all she said before disappearing back into her office. I opened the glass door to the conference room and held it for Brooke. I finally released her hand and she passed in front of me into the room. There was coffee and pastries on the table waiting for us. Penny was already seated at the far end of the table. Brooke made her way over to Penny and kissed her on the cheek lightly. She sat next to Penny, though no words were exchanged. I poured.