I watched as one guy stepped up for his turn. The vibe in the room was much more jovial than the funeral home. After getting a superb blowjob from my sister and getting to eat my niece’s sweet pussy, we all dressed for the occasion. Then came suite 420. Empty. She had long brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail. I had been draining glass after glass of single-malt with only finger food to carry me. “Thanks, Tiffany. I circulated throughout the room, exchanging pleasantries with those I knew and introducing myself to the others. Of course, they had all aged, gray hair was popular, a few more wrinkles. There wasn’t much going on yet. I heard a scream.”
One of the team players opened the door. “How long until your shift ends, Tiffany?” “The bar closes at 4. Where’s El?” Evelyn planted a big, wet kiss on me and said “She cleaned up and went to 509.” I let Evelyn down gently and gave her a consolation kiss. Her face was thin, her eyes a deep, dark brown. Her name was Tiffany. Drat! Her chin was awash in her drool and cum cocktail.
