I sat there not believing how blatantly nonchalant she was to the situation. She bent her left leg up and laid her right leg across the couch. Her t-s...hirt was no longer covering her crotch area and I could see her bulging pussy lips between her thighs. I held my breath as I took all of this in, not knowing how to react. She started waving her left leg right and left, slapping it against the inside of my left thigh which also was bent up resting on the back of the couch. I sat there not sure. Charles' funeral wasn't fancy but the statements made were heartfelt including mine. I think Dad said it best. "Charles was my friend as he was to many. He was a good father, a good husband, a good friend, and a good neighbor. He was a good man and that's as good as can be said for any man." We buried him in the family plot in the Baptist cemetery. Karen was the only one of his children still known to be living but there were some grandchildren and many cousins. We broke bread together and then. I didn't know why but did not ask."I bent over the kitchen table, my ass and pussy totally exposed. He spread my legs apart, exposing me some more. He resumed licking my asshole, but this time he was working his middle finger in and out of my wet pussy, occasionally rubbing my juices into my erect clit. I could not help humping my ass back against his probing finger and tongue. My asshole opened up and accepted more of his tongue."He switched holes. He gently wormed his wet finger into my. They both laughed as they explained their excitement and concern over their plan. As they talked, they took turns reaching forward and grabbing my cock for a quick stroke or reaching across to caress each other. During their explanation, both of them ended up resting their hand on my cock as they mutually stroked up and down. Rebecca was the first to speak. “Can I watch you fuck her?” I nodded. Rachel stood and reached for my hands, pulling me to my feet. Rebecca, still seated on the couch.