Even after teasing me and displaying me to her friends, she still seemed self conscious about being topless in front of me. She didn’t cover up but ...she bit her lip and flushed a little bit in her cheeks as her breasts, firm and shapely, wobbled on her chest as she knelt above me.I stared at them, I don’t think I would ever get tired of looking at her nearly-perfect breasts. She giggled a little bit, nervously and kept her eyes away from mine. I took her a little bit above her waist and brought. I’ve smelled their girlfriend’s cum so this is only fair.’ ‘Don’t worry. You smell great!’ one guy complimented. ‘Yeah, I wish my girls smelled as sweet as you’ said another. When all of the guys that wanted to smell it had (some were embarrassed and remained where they were), Mark got back on top of me, missionary style, and leaned in to kiss me as he started fucking me hard, holding my hands above my head. He left my mouth and started sucking and biting my nipples, as I closed my eyes. The. Can you imagine how ridiculous that would sound? Yet I still ached to be with my family again.Lastly, I read the accounts of my own death. How many people get to read their final obituary? I had received wonderful write-ups in the local papers. They praised my contributions to the community and local charities as they traced my life from my marriage into the Westervelt family, until my death. The list of surviving family was long. The town had virtually closed down on the day of my burial, and. Her long legs were just as tanned beneath her short running shorts. All the while I was inspecting her fine naked limbs she was chatting away like we were long lost friends and the hour past very quickly."There's the whistle," she said getting up, "see you."And off she went. That night I thought about her while I was in bed and predictably my cock liked what I was thinking and spurted."Hi you," she called softly for it was again a hot and sunny Wednesday afternoon."You look good," I said boldly.