As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or fri...ends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the Nova Scotia back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and being a typical man, I didn’t stop for directions.I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left. Nevertheless he moved closer to inspect her already slick wet pussy. It was a gorgeous sight, Rob had never seen a woman’s vagina before. It was virtually seeing the ‘Niagara Falls’ for the first time, Linda’s pussy was so wet it dampened the bed sheets right where her pussy was. It was oozing lady juices and throbbing every time Billy applied pressure on her breasts. Rob put his face close to her entrance and smelled the fragrance of her body. He proceeded to licking the puffed-up pussy like. As we kissed I squeezed her ass, then ran my tongue over her lips, down her neck, lightly kissed and nibbled her ear. "What do you want tonight, my lover?" she asked. "Tonight I want your pussy, I told her, " and I want to suck on your 'clit' until you cum." I want that,too, but first I want to give you something to always remember me by." With that she freed my cock and knelt in front of me, took my cock, wet with precum, into her mouth, and started deep throating me. As I looked down at. Before she was a sexual being. It was almost like he was getting to have her as a virgin ... sort of. Men think about things in mysterious ways sometimes. Julia, on the other hand, was excited because she hadn't had to fight for Bob at all. Lunch had been perfectly calm and normal, even though it turned into a four hour event as she and Bob brought them up to date on the events that had conspired to bring the two of them together.Her mother had cried again, several times, in fact, but each time.