I was shocked when I saw Allan’s son at the funeral service. I haven’t seen the boy for at least 4 years. He’s 16 now and is a ringer for his ...dad. Is it me, or are kids maturing much more quickly these days? I must be getting old. Even policemen look far too young. Paul and I didn’t attend the wake. I couldn’t bear seeing anymore of Allan’s mousy, stupid little wife or hear her irritating Home Counties English accent. More to the point, I couldn’t accept the ghost of Allan in the shape. We fucked for about an hour after that and I put her to sleep or so i thought i did.I woke up arpund 2 in the morning to take a piss and noticed she wasnt in bed i figured she was using the bathroom too. When i opened the door to our bedroom i could her moaning not my wife though it was my cousin as i crept up i saw my wifes thick blonde hair wrapped up in my cousins fist being manhandled as he pushed her head up and down on his thick cock. She was sucking the tip and sliding her tongue up and. But she didn’t make any movement from her side. Nor even opened her mouth. With my fingers I separated the pussy lips and penetrated my tongue to the max and then sucked her clitoris. I sucked gently, chewed, fingered but still no response from her side. Then I simply moved, acted to leave her and then all of a sudden she grabbed my head and pushed it towards her pussy with force. I got that she became wild now. I sucked her clitoris to the max and got few drops. It was little bit salty but. She did that, and very soon had all three fucking her.Wendell Hall was short at six foot four. Grady Butterfield was heavy at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds. But it was Stanley Norton that shook Bonnie's world. He was rail thin, and his waist acted like a universal joint, allowing his ass to roll around in circles while fucking her."Hey, Bonnie. There is a freshman buddy of mine that has never had sex. If I bring him by, will you screw him as a favor for me?" Stan asked.To keep Stanley in.