Jane turned back over and whispered, "You wife wants that thought! Hurry! Please, George!"We made love like two teenagers afraid we would be caught an... minute. It was fast and torrid. When we rolled apart, my wife said, "Go take a shower. We need to be getting it together."I went in and started the water. As soon as it was warm, I got in. I finished washing my hair when I had company. It was Jane, of course. We washed each other. It may have taken a little longer but it was fun and, in the end,. I’m on fire with lust. When I look down at her, her eyes are smiling but starting to tear up. My throat fucking pace increases mercilessly, I am living my wildest, wettest dream ever. Her head is clamped between my hands. Both hands full of her fox red hair. My balls are bouncing off her chin. Thick throat spit is spewing from the corners or her mouth. Her nose is running. But, her eyes are locked on mine. I’m surprised I see no sign of distress from her. At the exact same moment that I feel. And when you weren't worried about nuclear devastation there were all the diseases that couldn't be treated any more, the famines and food shortages, and, of course, the haphazard climate that in the last few years had brought drought in summer and hurricane winds and torrential rainstorms in winter.The council employee who officiated the funeral did his best to hasten the event along. The memorial service wasn't religious, so there were no hymns or prayers. Granny Iris had requested some. Her tits were done.?The nipples were each engorged with so much tit meat that they didn?tlook like nipples at all.? Her exposedmeat was deep purple and red and the window had compressed the meat forwardinto the exposed section of each tit so that each tit was as round and hard asan Italian tomato. I got out on my side of the car bringing the clover clampsand cunt lip extender. I unzipped her mini shirt and dropped it to the floor.She was sobbing. She told me that the pain was bad, very, very,.