I had been trying to talk the wife into retiring and moving back to the Midwest where we had both been born and raised. We were both in our mid-fiftie... and it was time to slow down I kept telling her. One afternoon suddenly her diabetes went totally berserk and we rushed her to the hospital. The doctors did everything they could but she passed away three days later. The next month was a blur of funeral, relatives calling insurance companies, and a giant garage sale as I cleaned out the. What I am afraid of is, maybe I have become addicted to this kind of thing. Maybe I will need a "fix" so to speak. Then what do I do? I can't help but think I will never feel this sexually satisfied with Matt. I don't know if I could ever really enjoy just one man. How can one man make me climax the way I do now? Talk about mind bending. Right now I want to soak in every bit of pleasure that I am feeling. I want to store it; I need to store it. I want to remember every stroke of every cock in. “Oh, I have noticed and I have told her too.” Kyle said.“Good. I love that she is starting to feel better about herself. By you doing it, give her more confidence too. And, being in full honestly, we made love the other night again, and all she could think of is you and me, making her feel like a woman.” “Babe? Are you really sure about this?” he asked“I am very sure of this. I’ll be with her too, and you. But if you don’t want too, we won’t.” she said.“ I want to as well. I just don’t want. How 'bout you?" Chris asked."Seems like whenever I get my uniform on I get hot," Nancy answered."I know, I know," Chris said.They walked to the football stadium. Nancy scanned the stands. The seats were filled. She saw Mr. Milton high up, lifting a telescopic lens to his eye. She knew he was focusing in on her.She took the field with the girls.The band banged out a fast song, and the girls shoved their hips exaggeratedly to the right, bumped, then swung them salaciously to the left and.