Look I just drove up for the funeral and when I saw you I thought that might be him.” “Her,” she corrected him meekly. “Yeah. I’d heard. But... I’m old enough now not to trust rumors.” “Smart.” “So what do I call you now?” “Lana.” “Okay, Lana! I just wanted to say hello. A few of the fellas gon’ get together at Hambone’s and have a drink to Miss Cora. Wanna join,” the five-foot-nine-inch, one-hundred-seventy-pound, man inquired. “Are you sure you all want me to come,” Lana asked. “We all know Miss. There was only a sofa, love seat, recliner, ottoman and entertainment center. Bruce turned me towards the sofa and said 'looks like this will have to do. Get out of those clothes. Bruce lifted his foot and placed hit in my pants and pushed them to my ankles. Again Bruce ordered 'get out of those clothes.' I tried to kick off my shoes and step out of my pants, unable to accomplish this, Bruce loosened his grip on my throat and said 'be quick we I don't want to wait any longer.' I remove my. We are done.” she responded. I would not take no for an answer. I scooted up to her and put her legs over my shoulders. “No baby, we can't do that, ugh, no.” she moaned, but without really stopping me. I needed to know what it felt like inside her. Before she could say another word I pushed my cock against her opening and thrusted forward. “OH MY GOD” she moanedI grabbed her legs and began to thrust back in forth, pushing my cock as deep as I possibly could. The feeling was unreal. It was warm. Sitting there enjoying the music sipping my drink, my thoughts drifted to Alex having sex with me.I was so deep in thought that I did not hear, "Mr. Preston, I have brought another drink." Snapping out of my thoughts, I thanked Alex as she looked with concern. She asked if everything was ok and I stammered out a yes as she looked at me. She asked if I was sure as her eyes drifted down, looking at the vertical bulge in my slacks.Licking her lips, she reached down and gave me a pat. "You know Mr..