Kristy turns my face to hers and kisses me very softly on the mouth. I part my lips and slide my tongue out to meet hers. My hands come up and grab th...e back of her head. Kristy drops the sponge and moves her hand to my shaved mound. She cups my pussy and slowly runs her fingers up and down my lips, parting them a little more with each stroke. Suddenly she thrusts two fingers in my hole. I groan loudly, she grabs me and squeezes our body together, crushing our breasts together while finger. She murmured back “Did you look after my daughter last night?”“I did. Now it’s your turn again” I responded slipping my cock between her ass cheeks and across her fleshy pussy lips.“Oh yesssss!!!!” she groaned.I pushed the sheet off us. She grasped my cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy canal. I pushed inward and upwards, burying my shaft into her wet tightness.“That feels amazing ... the way that your pussy just clings to my shaft”.I started to fuck her slowly, short and firm. It was a face-fuck vid. “Perfect”, it’s about the only thing I actually did see of her. Then it started again… “Boom…boom…boom” the slow methodical beating. This time I got up and pressed my ear against the wall, trying to listen to as much as I could. Once again finding myself naked, listening to someone else having sex. I still had my hard cock in my hand as I listened intently for any sound. “Come on baby give it to me…” I heard clearly. This time I heard two male voices muttering something,. What also made it extraordinary was the fact that in the several days before her memorial service and the weeks following, for every person present, I had at least one card, letter, or phone call expressing regrets because of travel plans, family events, etc. If all had been able to attend who expressed a wish and a regret, I have no idea where we would have found a place to hold her services. To explain my wife I have to tell you something about her. It is said that the hardest job in the.