Looking down at my erection, screaming to get out, I thought, 'What the hell, they will be off soon anyway.' So, I stripped completely and hopped into... bed.It seemed forever before you came back. Rita came in first, cotton pyjamas buttoned to the neck. “Kim wants you to close your eyes while she comes in,” she said. The air was electric, my senses heightened, I was aware of every movement, every footfall, every rustle of clothing as you moved… finally, you gave me permission to look.WOW!!! You. There’s a weird pause. Is this happening? The mood is too strong to fight this. It overpowers trepidations. My big feminine eyelashes bat as I look up at you like all the women you watch in your favorite videos. Glazed and longing for your manhood. I test the waters delicately, brushing my fingers up your thigh. “If you let it out, we can do something about that.” I lick my cherry lips.You unzip.I reach in and you feel my nails and thin fingers through your underwear. It’s just like a woman is. She still had him in her mouth and was almost dragged away. I held him by the collar and kept him still until she was done with him. When she finally let him go she sat back, looked right at me, burped loudly and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She told me that it was unbelievable. She said he had cum for at least 5 minutes non stop. She didn't want to ever let him out of her mouth. She said his cum was sooo sweet. Then she came up beside me and kissed me deeply sharing the taste. Once it finished, everyone headed to the funeral home for the wake, as well as the Pannikhída. Deacon Grigory was in an open coffin, dressed in his vestments, something that was highly symbolic, but also somewhat disconcerting. Funerals were so rare in my life that I wasn’t quite sure what to think about the idea of an open coffin.I spent a few minutes talking with Vladyka ARKADY, paid proper respects to Matushka Anastasia and John, as well as Deacon Grigory’s mother, who lived in Cleveland,.