Only then had she removed herself from Cecelia’s side. Yet this unrepulsed tryst shadowed each of Lydia’s steps to her own chambers below. She had...found herself fascinated by the pulchritude of warm breast flesh. The recollection of it had Lydia warming beneath her robe even as they walked. How thick nipples peaked above swelling areolas, how Cecelia’s hands had dropped away as Lydia gathered their warmth to manipulate without guidance, how she had hovered over the helpless upthrust hills of. More of my women were up and in the kitchen now, so it was really crowded.Some of the little guys were moving around ready to wake up when I went into our bedroom, so I hustled through doing the triple S and dressing in Jeans, boots, a decent shirt, and a sport coat to cover my shoulder rig. I left the sport coat and shoulder harness in the closet while I began helping with the overnight diapers and going to potty. Only two of the ten had a wet diaper. While I changed and cleaned Izzy, she. There was no trouble finding her fuck hole and I was able to penetrate about half my length on my first push. There was no question of her being wet enough, I just didn't want to hurt her if she wasn't used to my relatively large diameter. (It was necessary that I have the cock size suitable for a demigod.) On the third stroke, I bottomed out, and my pubic bone put the maximum pleasurable pressure on her clit. I moved slowly at first, savoring the sensations as my cock rubbed all around inside. I put my hand on it, felt her soft warmth, so familiar after all these years, yet still so amazing. I thought of all the years, the kids, the inevitable struggles, all we had been through. I had tears in my eyes as I thought about my love for her. I got out of the bed quietly and shaved and showered. When I came out of the bathroom she was on the floor. Dead. A “cardiac event” was what the doctor later said. All I knew was the love of my life was gone. I wasn’t sure I believed it yet. I was.