Satisfied that I had seen everything possible, I proceeded to undo the buttons of her orange blouse, but this time slowly lifted the black bra, forcin... one finger inside it and touching her right nipple and the smooth skin of her massive breasts. I continued to play with her nipple with my finger for a few minutes, while she lay there heaving and pushing her breasts out with her breathing. I knew I could take it a step further but with her husband just next to her, felt it was just too risky,. “When’s the funeral?” she asked.I swallowed hard. “The day after tomorrow.”“Do you want the girls to go?”I nodded. “I think so. I think it’s ... important.”She nodded and laid her head against my chest again, seeking comfort in the certainty of my body. “I’ll miss her.”“Me too,” I said, my voice raspy with pent-up emotion.My chest was tight and I felt a growing knot in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to believe it. A car accident. Just some random thing.Random hurts.Some time later, I. Not only a place for living, he wanted a place to host all his friends. Not just ‘friends’ in the sense of friendship. But it’s like he says, ‘bed friends’. The ones he brings in for the plain and normal sex. The ones he deem as lovers, from both genders, many walks of life and every kind of sexiness found.One of them was a woman called ‘Madame’, an opera singer that befriended Vic long time ago, and she was his partner for the first night at mansion. After a while he woke up, Madame appeared. I made my feelings on the matter quite clear.I don't remember what we ate for dinner that night, but I do remember that I didn't enjoy it. I wasn't the only one who didn't enjoy dinner. My wife cried through the meal and the kids looked like they would rather be anywhere except there.After dinner, I retreated to the living room while the wife closeted herself in the kitchen and the kids hid in their bedrooms. I sat in my chair thinking about our family budget, purchasing a new lawnmower, and.