I quite enjoyed watching him and noticed the bulge in his pants. From what my wife had told me, I knew his cock was another 7cm (3in) longer than mine... but quite a bit narrower. I wanted to see it, so I told my wife to get Paul’s cock out. At this point, I wasn’t sure if Paul’s interests extended into bisexuality. He was naturally hairy, circumcised and it had a nice curve to it. My wife stroked it and kissed the tip as I helped her out of her panties. Paul was out of his clothes pretty smartly. Such had been his relationship with his Uncle Ted I think he was just as devastated as the girls and me. The following days went by in a blur. People came and went, papers had to be signed, identifications made. I seemed to be like a still point of misery in a world that whirled around me. The minister of our church who was to conduct the funeral service arrived. He asked me to talk about Ted, but what could I say? Ted had been some eleven years older than me. I had met him at a party when I. She had in her fury at the time, promised revenge on me, but in the meantime, her actions had shown that I was definitely in the "dog house" until my sins had been paid for.Despite her sometimes outrageous behaviour, I really liked Rita; she was basically a nice girl and I would not have done anything deliberately to hurt her and I did really fancy her but I was playing hard to get. I knew she fancied me and her deliberate almost nude parade that took place daily as she walked from her bedroom. He was still kissing my neck and I could feel his breathing quicken, he was getting excited and couldn’t wait much longer. He started to trail his kisses from my neck down my chest and all the way down my body, adding to his two fingers, he gently massaged my clit with his tongue, he was slow at first, but started getting faster and faster, harder and harder, my breathing was heavy as I arched my back in pleasure. “R…Ritchie” escaped from my lips. I was nearly done, but he stopped and looked up.