I understood what she was thinking when she opened both doors to reveal full length mirrors on the inside of each door. With her on her knees between ...hem she could see everything that I was doing to her. I got behind her and slid two fingers into her wet snatch, fucking her with them to see how wet she was. The thick chocolate bar slid inside her as easily as my fingers had. Laura was watching me in the mirror, smiling and begging me to fuck her. I put my tongue against her anus and started. Something: a word, a breath, a touch. Something to remind her of his approval and pleasure in her body. Something. Anything. Please. Seconds passed and she discovered she had been holding her breath. Her breath came out ragged and with a sense of defeat. What could he be doing? Was he displeased with her? She spread her legs as wide as she could and bit her lip through the aching pain. Her heart was beating fast, almost fearful of what he might do now. If she had pleased him he would have. He was 20, and already a manager for his dad. His dad's company built this house. It was originally for nuns in the 1910's and 20's and we got married when the stock market crashed and got this house."I continued to massage her shoulders. But I wanted more. I moved left arm, and hugged her bare breasts with it. She moaned a little."We need to get you a nice young lady so you can share all of this love you have." She said."I would prefer just to be with you, Granny" I nervously said."I. We had the good sense not to have children and we rented, therefore we had little property to split. So in a puff of smoke, she was no more.I still remembered how bad I felt that day and that was after only three years of marriage. I could only guess at the pain my Wild Turkey loving friend was going through.“Did she say why?” I asked.“She hinted at some kind of personality conflict in the bedroom.” He shrugged.“Personality conflict? After twenty-one years? What the fuck does that even mean?” I.