[twowide]

Not hard core, but a sad moment, suddenly spiced ! We'd journeyed some distance to the funeral of a Elderly Acquaintance. Gathering at the Church Door with several little-known Individuals, I spotted a Thirty-Something couple. He was dressed in a black suit. But she was a stunning Blonde, wearing an edge-to-edge black overcoat over a long black dress, with Patent Stilettos. I heard the word "Oslo" mentioned, suddenly remembering a relative of the deceased lived and worked there

The cortege came into view, so we entered the Church, accepting a copy of the tasteful, coloured Eulogy Pamphlet the Family had provided before proceeding to take our places. I stood next to My Wife, who had chosen the aisle seat. The Oslo Couple arrived, opting to occupy identical places on the opposite side of the aisle. Looking around at the Various Vestments and Decorations, I could tell it would be a High Church Service. Then the coffin arrived, and tears started to fall.

The Service commenced with a Hymn, after which the Congregation was ask to sit. Glancing over My Wife's head. I could see the Blonde was quietly sobbing, a tissue to her face, the Order of Service in her other hand. But as she sat, her "edged" coat had fallen open. Now, obviously lacking a suitable Black Dress, she had donned what was to hand. It was a "Cocktail/Evening Gown", with a long, central slit right up past her waist ! Both her utterly lovely long legs were now fully exposed ! And, considering where she was, she did nothing about it ! I abandoned the Service, rampantly hard inside my Y-Fronts, whilst pretending to share my Prayer Booklet with My Wife ! And sure enough, with the constant standing and covering-up, then sitting to reveal all, I had a magnificent pair of thighs to occupy my thoughts as well as my gaze !

After the Service we moved on to the Wake, where Family Groups gathered. So just a couple of pints and some sandwiches. Eventually, we decided to head for home. So I'm awaiting My Wife by the door when it opens and My Son's wife's Sister emerges. I've mentioned her earlier in "Party Invite". She's the one Married to a University Lecturer. Half-Pissed, she'd enquired about the size of my cock ! I'd put my hand inside her skirt, down the crack in her arse, and, as we stood to Toast the Party Celebrants, fingered her to Orgasm ! Now, she sprang into my arms, eyes closed as we kissed. Cheek to cheek, I bit her ear viciously, drawing blood. "I've fucking well missed you !" I whispered as we stood within earshot of her Husband. "Not half as much as I've fucking-well missed you" she responded as I casually cupped he arse and pulled her tits tight to my body. We drove home in quiet contemplation of events.