Whenever funerals are mentioned I am minded of the last funeral I attended, although no toilet issues were involved.
Picture the scene. In our seats, we had to bow our heads for some moment of quiet contemplation or other. Open backed chairs, my aunty (she was about 55yo, me 35yo then) was sat directly in front of me.
As she bowed, her blouse raised at the back. As I bowed my head at this solemn moment, my face was forced tight against her now revealed builders cleavage and string thong
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