Feeling nauseated, Kristen gasped as her own pussy was touched by a soft, wet tongue... and then suddenly she knew that she wanted to taste the juices... dripping from the other woman. She wanted to pleasure Goldilocks, feel the other woman sitting on her face, press her fingers into the other woman's pussy.Although she knew that the feelings weren't coming from herself, and that under normal circumstances she'd never want to have sex with a woman, Kristen couldn't help herself. She started. The casket, suspended over the opening, hid any evidence of its final destination, six feet away.In contrast, Frank and Ravi stood silent and alone in front of Emily’s box. Frank didn’t cry, speak or show emotion of any kind. He just stared at the simple wood box.Ravi felt compelled to say something, but she barely knew Emily Cardon. She’d met with her once, about two years ago. Emily handed her a manila envelope and instructed her very specifically as to what she wanted. That was it. Emily. Daddy always seemed sad except when he was reading to her or playing with Buster, the only dog they had left.The pictures hanging on his wall grew in number.When she started school, Mr. Michael would pick her up in the afternoon in Grandpa’s car and take her back to his business. She would sit in Grandpa’s office and work on her letters and pictures. Daddy would take her home when he was done, and they would stop for dinner at places that made tacos or hamburgers or chicken. They were a lot. ” He indicated with a thumb towards my antique rusty cherry red Peugeot 206.“Bugger!” I exploded, “An’ I’ve got a fuckin’ job interview later this morning.”Well, it wasn’t really a job, just a Father Christmas in His Grotto gig for three weeks at Walker’s Department Store.“What, you goin’ fer a job, Jack?” Eddie not only sounded interested, more like incredulous.“Not exactly, it’s selection of the new Police Commissioner, what’d’yer think, ya prat?!” Sometimes I wonder how Eddie keeps this job,.