I know that the best place to get excited is not a funeral but when the grandson of the deceased is so sexy in his black Armani suit, one can not help but feel a tingling in the crotch.
So there I was, watching from far away from the crowded room of the sad Cam, his stooped posture that showed his marked jaw, his neck surrounded by an elegant dark tie that slid down to his prominent pectorals. Descending with the look,
I visualized his fists clenched at the height of the hip and below a marked package that made me moan in the middle of the crowd. I cleared my throat to hide my moan and went to the women’s bathroom,
I could not take it anymore. I walked as I could, almost as if I was peeing, but the truth is that it was hotter than an oven. The two cubicles were free, so I went into the one closest to the door,
lowered the toilet lid and sat on it. I spread my legs and with a single touch of my hand, as I was wearing a dress, I felt my own humidity.
Fuck, what this guy did to me!
I took off my panties and put them in my bag