No one usually does. We always try to go to any funerals when it is for someone that either of us knew. We went to the ones for both your parents Jack...ie. The one for your father was the best funeral either of us have ever been to. So many people we knew were there, and that thing that you, Ray, and Billy did near the end, where you each got up and told some stories about your father, that was so moving, and it was really funny too. You don't expect to laugh very much when you're at a person's. He was caressing my hand and whispered, “I’m glad the shark-repellant ring is still in your room,’ and held me even tighter. I may have sighed but I do know my knees were feeling weak.He held my left hand and moved it back until it was on his hip and then, not really forcing me, guided it between us until I could feel his hardness under his sweatpants. I may have whimpered a little as my fingers, not resisting, remained there, feeling that shaft, maybe gently exploring its length.His lips on my. Four coordinated parts of her body, orchestrated a symphony of delights as my cock rose to new heights. Time stood still, as I enjoyed these waves of delightful sensations. Her talented fingers played my dick as if it was a flute in her mouth, she strummed my shaft like it was her electronic guitar, and massaged my ballsack like she was playing Mozart on a baby grand piano. All the while, her warm mouth blew my dick like it was a trumpet, as her fingers danced on the instrument’s finger. Her hair is usually waist long and naturally jet black. However, she's changed colors so many times that I'm pretty sure her roots are confused as to what color they really were. Our luck held and the hitchhiker was still there, walking along the curb thumb extended, not even bothering to look back as I made the final turn and pulled over ten feet in front of him and lowered the front passenger window. He was heading to work. I pointed to the box on the front seat and said for him to hop in.