I had spent quite a lot of time with my brother-in-law over the years when my ex-wife and I were together. He was always good company, a little unpredictable and often daft but guaranteed to be entertaining. He smoke and drank a lot and I knew he'd taken drugs when he was younger and his body suffered the consequences as he aged, so while it was still a shock to hear of his passing in his early 60's it wasn't surprising.
I messaged his sister with my condolences and asked about the funeral and she said she'd love me to attend.
It was a small ceremony in a crematorium with only about 20 relatives and friends with the wake back at my ex's house.
Despite the occasion it was reasonably upbeat with lots of reminiscing about the good times. After a couple of hours people began to drift away and I helped to clean up and then the last had said goodbye. My ex was loading the dishwasher and I, being a typical man, told her she was doing it wrong.
"Okay smart arse you show me how it should be done."
So I took over and demonstrated my superior dish stacking skills.
"My goodness" she said, "I can't believe how much you've got in there. You can come and load me up again."
"Is that a euphemism?" I asked.
"You haven't changed have you?" she laughingly replied and rubbed her hand gently over my bum as she brushed past.
I stood up and said, "I should be going."
"Don't rush off," she said and gave me a big tight hug, pushing her large breasts against me.
"My word" I said, "I'd forgotten how impressive these boobs actually were!"
"Well," she said, "if you hadn't cleared off with that bimbo you could have been having plenty of fun with them over the years!"
"Mmm excuse me" I riposted, "but you weren't the epitome of marital faithfulness were you?"
"Fair point" she said, "but I do miss this," and put her hand on the crotch of my trousers.
"Oh I'm sure you've found a few others over the years to keep you happy," I said.
She laughed, "I've found quite a few, but the problem has often been the dick at the other end!"
She squeezed my package again and we kissed, initially a peck which then progressed to a full-on snog with lips and tongues. Her hand was rubbing my crotch and my cock responded, growing hard. I reached behind her, slid my hand up inside the back of her blouse and unclipped her bra. I brought my hand back around the front and inside the loose bra and found her right nipple.
I'd almost forgotten how hard and large her nipples could get and clearly she was turned on as they were very hard. I pulled and squeezed it as we kissed and she moaned into my mouth, her hands feverishly unbuckling my belt and unzipping my fly. She pulled the top of my briefs open and plunged her hand inside and grabbed my cock.
Through our kisses I said, "I think we should go upstairs and let me have my way with you."
"Mmm," she growled, "I thought you'd never ask?"
She led me upstairs by my cock, me holding my trousers up with one hand, feeling her wiggling bottom through her skirt with the other.
