I had some difficulty tying my cravat, but looking in the large dressing table mirror of Annette’s boudoir outside I thought I looked as elegant as ...any Pall Mall fop.I joined the funeral procession, which was preceded by the Curé’s cross bearer. Next followed the coffin, borne on the shoulders of the six apprentices of Monsieur Hulot, with the Curé of St Ursula’s church walking behind, reading from the Bible.Annette walked behind him, flanked by the three girls; all wore black, and a more. I held in a gasp. She talked about me with her boyfriend. She purposely teased me, the fucking bitch. Well, payback is a bitch...both physically and literally. I kept in my role, "Your brother wants to fuck you, you know that right?" "That's what makes teasing him so much fun. Knowing that he is probably already in his room whacking off to me is fucking funny," she continued. "You love getting him hard don't you?" I asked, my hands now on her ass, thinking of using her stocking to come just an. Before he knew it, he'd tipped the glass back and poured the whole contents down his throat."Heh, seems like you really like it," Nicole said. "Why don't you bring the bottle with you?"Whoa, George thought as bubbles of light-headedness trickled up through his brain. He was probably going to regret this come tomorrow morning. Against his better judgment he picked up the bottle anyway. Damn stuff was so moreish.Nicole led him through the back of her house. It seemed a lot larger than it had. "Does that mean we can fish tomorrow?" Cindy asked."There's no reason you can't. If you want to fish it's allowed," Jeff said.We chatted for a few more minutes and then Jeff and Eric left. Eddie asked if we wanted to go to the party and we all agreed to go for a while. After finishing our clean up of the picnic table, we went to the boat to get ready for the party.Cindy, Kathy and I were first in the head, taking turns showering and fixing our hair. We moved from the head to the stateroom and.