"Fran, I'm so sorry," I said guiltily. "You must have been so miserable and confused."She looked surprised. "Confused, yes, you're right about that, b...t not miserable," she replied. "At least, not at first. To begin with I thought it was just a mix-up." And so Fran told me her tale.As I briefed her on the report that day in the office she had been surprised to find that her natural sympathy for my bereavement grew into an unaccountable and almost irresistible urge to throw her arms around me. They were just watching now, but as Morgan was slowly and passionately slobbering up and down on Ron’s throbbing cock, the guys got more and more turned on. Ron was having the time of his life. Morgan was deepthroating him with lots of slippery spit. He didn’t seem to care much that Morgan had a dick, she was giving one hell of a blowjob. Out of the corner of her eye Morgan noticed Jeff had a bulge in his shorts. She took Ron’s almost ready to explode cock from her mouth, smiled at Jeff. I finished my toast and tea and got up to take care of my now increased libido, and as I walked behind daddy I had a sudden urge to hug him, and did so, putting my arms around him and burying my head into the nape of his neck and surprising even myself, by making my kiss a more than passionate one, licking behind his ear and pressing my breasts into his backDaddy held me, obviously enjoying my intimate closeness and smell, I took his ear lobe into my mouth and whispered my undying love for him,. Nothing. I felt nothing and acted like I felt. Cold and alone. I could see it was me, not them. I wasn't going to find anyone else to replace my Laura. I guess deep inside I couldn't let go of her at all.One day, I just gave up trying to find someone else. It wasn't working out and I hated making others feel miserable on our 'dates'. I spent more and more time just walking around the city. I would visit the museums, the parks, libraries, anything to occupy my time.I noticed that I had been.