(Sniff). I’m just so happy you would give an old lady me a chance to suck a cock that tasted so good.” I pulled her off my dick and pulled her up ...or a kiss. Then I kissed her the same way she did me and rubbed her pussy. I stop kissing her and said. “There nothing old about you.” She smiled. “John do you feel that warmness liquid on your fingers? That kiss and the way you played with my pussy felt so good you made me cum. I told you there are so many ways to please women.” I was truly happy. "Helen, please," I said, still on my knees at the kitchen table, wondering if we should adjourn to the living room, where there were rugs and soft chairs. "I want to help you. If you want to get even, that's what I want too. I want us to be the way we were. Tell me how I can help." Even to myself I sounded oily, and I decided I had to be more sincere. Really sincere."You can't! I can't!" Tears started to brighten her eyes again.I reached down into myself and offered a real sacrifice. "Helen," I. They got into her SUV and started off, stopping for gas and coffee. The drive west down the number one highway was spent in companionable silence. As they got to the junction of highway 93 north, she broke the silence. "My friends are concerned." She told him gently."They love you." He explained. "They think I'm still mourning Michael." She said sadly. "You are." He said softly. "I have seen it, the veil fall over your lovely face, as surely as if Michael had passed yesterday." I miss. Neither of them spoke on the way to his place. He didn’t trust himself that much. If he so much as looked at her right now, he’d pull over to the side of the road and take her where ever they were. It took him less than fifteen minutes to make it to his townhouse and as he opened the garage door, he covered her hand with his. Once he knew he could speak without beating his chest like a caveman, he asked, ‘Are you sure?’ He begged silently, be sure…be sure. She did the one thing he never.