Frank came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around me. He lifted my skirt with his right hand exposing my un-pantied cunt. I closed my eyes an...d could here Wendy and Rosalie slurping on the cocks, could smell the moistening pussies when Frank started to play with my clit. "Finger my fuck-hole Frank!" I pleaded, "Make me ready for you cock!" "You want my cock?" Frank teased in a voice that was better suited to talking to a c***d. "Yes! God, yes!" I begged. "I'll suck you. I'll. ”“You know, you are the most disgusting, obnoxious person I have ever met.”“That’s a compliment coming from you.”I shook my head. I was gob smacked.“So, prove it.” He said.“I don’t have to prove anything to you.”“I think you are a lesbian.”“I am not a lesbian.”“How many men have you had?”“None of your business.”“None?”“No!”“How many?”“I’m not telling you.”“Lesbian.”“I am not a lesbian.”“Let’s go to bed and you can prove it.”“I am not going to bed with you. Not now. Not ever. I am going to tell. " Her body felt so good pressed into me, as it always had.I looked at her with a big smile, " We have a big dinner party to go to tonight, I can show you off." I'm glad I brought my new dress along." She replied." Does it look good... ," I took a deep breath, " and sexy?"With a sly smile " Yes, very sexy, a summer mini skirt."We sat and talked about every thing from money to moving down south. What kinds of cars we were going to buy, how big our house was going to be. Then It was time for us. I didn’t really know her family but I felt a need to go to the memorial service. I didn’t know anyone and certainly didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, so my plan was to slip in at the last second, sit in the back and leave right before the end.I sat in the back row just as the service was beginning. It was not a large church and I could see some familiar faces as I looked around. I recognized Lynn in the first row, now a young woman in her early twenties. And I saw Sharon too, seated.