The funeral was for Sarah Turner, the granddaughter of Mr Sims, a 12-year-old fan of Mary’s, who died of leukaemia only last Monday. This was the re...l reason for Mary’s hot-footed visit from the States to our war-torn islands, quite secondary to the disappearance of her husband.It was only in the grief of her death that Mr Sims was prepared to do anything for Mary in his granddaughter’s memory. I had not realised the family connection until I saw him at the funeral, because Sarah was the. Next, he pulled off his socks, and I could imagine him just standing there in front of the mirror in his underwear; I assumed he wore boxer-briefs. Sure enough, moments later, a pair of gray boxer-briefs hit the floor on top of the rest of his clothes. I waited for several more minutes before I walked up the stairs to get him some towels.With my hands full of towels, I reached for the doorknob -- he left it unlocked! -- and turned. To my surprise and amazement, he was not in the shower, but. “Yeah,” I agreed. “Too bad Icy Hot is already a taken brand name!”Kate and Lissa were so exhausted from their day that they tumbled into bed and were sound asleep as soon as they were dry from the bath. I grinned at Melody and the two of us ended our day much as we started it—quietly making love in the shower.“So Kate kidnapped you last Monday and had her way. We abandoned Lissa to her today. Or her to Lissa as it seems to have worked out. When’s my turn?” I asked as I lathered up Melody’s hair. “Paul O’Dell! I do not give him the same consideration I give you. I talk kindly to him. I give him oats and sweets.”“You do the same for me, except for the oats.”“Paul, are you insinuating that I suck his cock like I do yours?”“NO!”“Well that’s good, I have no interest in doing so. Especially since he is a little smaller than you.”“Flattery will get you far, my loving wife.”“Will it get you back between my legs?”“As often as you’d like.”“I’d like.”After another rousing romp, Opal Anne and I.