I know my wife will be taken care of financially, but I want you to deliver my other letter to her. It’ll be hard enough on her as it is, but I know...you will make things easier on her. I don’t want a stranger delivering my last words to her.A fresh stream of tears spring from my eyes, hot and wet, and I have to clear them, to keep reading. I had introduced Michael to his wife a few years ago, and know that she’s going to be taking his death badly. Despite him wanting me to deliver the other. " Nicole said as she stroked my hand."So who brought you home?" I asked quietly."I think Dan did. I was pretty shitfaced by the time we left the lounge." You said that 'we went to dinner', who is 'we'", I asked."Oh, it was just Danielle, Harry, Dan, and I. Nobody else wanted to go." She replied not looking up at me as she did so.Dan was the project manager, Danielle was Nicole's boss, and Harry was a vice president that Dan reported to."Well, I guess it's just as well no one else went. After. Just sleep with another naked human being, just feel it and I promise you, you will die for it. I stared at her beautiful face, beautiful mouth. I wanted nothing more than to taste it. Her eyes were still closed, and she leaned into me, for me it was permission enough. She lifted her chin up and I swear those lips were magic. Witchcraft. Whatever was there in those lips, it was addictive, juicy. I wanted had to have more. More of this feeling of wanting her.My mouth came down on hers and that. .. Debra sits back on her heels and gives me a pout, her big brown eyes framed by running mascara. "This is reflect badly on my nursing skills," she says. "That's a shame. Is there nothing else you can do?" "Well..." "Yes?" "I could always clean it with my vagina." I love the absurdity of sexual role-play. Debra spreads her legs, wiggling her hips over mine until the head of my cock is against her warm, wet pussy under her short nurse's skirt. Before Debra can get to the actual cleaning part,.