Maybe today was that day...I took my seat and waited. I'd watch her pour the coffee and gently place the cup on a saucer, pick up the spoon and place ...hem on the tray. She picked up the tray and made her way over to me. Weaving in and out of the chairs she danced her way across the floor to my side. The sunlight caught the outline of her curvy frame through her white summer dress. I swallowed and tried to control my breathing. Just as she was passing the final table, a chair moved and hit her. After they got there, they got undressed and laid in his bed, in each other’s arms, talking. And, before they went to sleep, they once again made sweet, gentle love, very much like they had the night his parents had died. The tragedy that had befallen them was allowing them to grow even closer. The funeral service the next day was little better than the calling hours had been. Reverend Williams, the pastor of the church Frankie and his parents attended, droned on for what felt like hours,. We drove to the cemetery and talked to Janet the night of our wedding. Jeannie thanked Janet for the best man any woman could have. I told Janet that we would think of her often this coming week. With that done, we drove south until we were tired and checked into a cabin. We had what could only be described as an orgy while learning how to really pleasure each other.Let me tell you that all that stuff about two people giving each other pleasure was right on the button. The two of us played at. She looked at him in surprise. She gulped, blinked her eyes and said, “what?”“Yeah. You heard me right. I was the one who saw you letting your belly and breasts feel the chill air. Don’t worry; I was actually there for masturbating. I was seeing a couple who were fucking with their bed light on when I saw you. Be careful about your surroundings next time.”She nodded and smile. In a few weeks, they got closer and later they started sexting and phone sex. Every night they walked on the roads to.