His body was warm. His chest and belly settled up to my back and the touching of our skin was comforting. As this was all sinking into my not quite ...et cognitive mind, I felt his arm reach over me and his big hand across my midsection. I held his hand with mine and he tugged on me, pulling me against him. Though I was awakening, this was a maneuver that we had done in our subconscious thousands of times before, and I felt thankful at that moment I was conscious to enjoy it. His head tucked. She was lying on her back, wide spread, with that pastured on his knees munching on her tiny, fully waxed cunt, he was licking her pussy while her whole body was shaking, she was trembling and screaming loud with many words, bad words too, like “lick my pussy, fuck me, make me cum…etc.” I was almost dead, I could not believe my own eyes, and I did not know what to do or say.All I wanted to do at that moment was, to go inside and kick that pastured on his balls and kill him, but I had to be wise. His children had their own lives and didn’t need the extra burden that he would be. He didn’t want to be in this life anymore. Many years ago he had read a book which said that everyone is able to choose how long they will live. In his arrogant brashness of healthy middle age, whatever that is these days, he had chosen 120 as being a good age to live to – but without his darling Sylvie that was torture – cruel and unusual punishment. ‘Here’s a cup of tea, love,’ said a voice at his shoulder.. I suppose it was your first one and that's why you're sore. Its quite natural, but you just keep it to yourself. Now, I'm going to put some cream on it for you, Ok?' Her face fills with an uncertain curiosity. Spreading her legs apart, I begin to smooth some of the jelly around her slit. 'Your probably a bit sore just here too.' I say, slipping my finger just inside the bright pink lips. Her breath quickens a bit, although no complaint. Carefully I feel for her clit and she utters a tiny sob..