At the base of the sanctuary there was a beautifulmetallic pink coffin surrounded with pink lilies with a pink gladioli atthe head and the foot of th...e coffin. To the left of the coffin was a 72"flat screen television. Softly playing in the background was MLK by U2.It is a simple lullaby to those who have passed away filled with hopeand acceptance.As the people finished filling the pews; Vicar Fry came out of thevestibule on the side of the sanctuary. On his way to the pulpit, theman of the. Ah well, that sorted out which side he batted for,lol. As I'm now reliant on oxygen and don't get into town much these days I strolled off to the nearest toilets for piss and maybe a quick stroke in the cubicle before heading home. I went into the cubicle in what used to be my favourite cottage ack in the day and dropped my jeans and undies. There was the usual grafitti scrawled over the walls, ' Horny hung school boy wants to spunk with older ...' , ' Naughty slut CD needs daddy's hard cock. "I'd like to see more of you." I contemplate it. Do I want to see him again? Not only yes, but hell yes. "So let's see more of each other." His fingers lift up my chin so that I can stare into his dark eyes. His lips meet mine for a moment. I reach up and curl my fingers into his hair as out kiss deepens. The hand that was tracing my shoulder is now pulling my naked body closer to his. I straddle his waist, feeling his growing erection. I softly grind its length against me. Not. I think we should walk around town, see some sights and stop by a few cafes. What do you think?” She agreed, as as we almost always do as we really are very much alike.At home, Rebecca is more of a conservative type when it comes to what she wears. She knows how beautiful her body is but she keeps her office clothes classy. I like that. Pencil skirts, elegant dresses, blouses. But when she’s on vacation she is so much more free in terms of what she wears. I watched her pulling on denim shorts.