My wife died three years ago." I'm sorry."They sipped at their coffees for awhile. Bernie became curious aboutsomething. "Why did you look me up Howie..." I wanted to see how you were. How it all came out. I felt as if I'dleft a piece of me with you that night. I've thought about it a lotover the last eighteen months. I needed closure." Really?" Yeah. Would you like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow nightBernice?" Yes." Bernie hadn't even thought before she answered. She'd blurtedthe response. Dad slid the door open and I could hear both of them saying, “Fuck my ass! Drill that cock in my butt! Cream my ass!” The men pulled out and draped my sister over a fuck bench. A small horse, a donkey I was informed, fucked his animal cock into her dilated ass. She grunted as she took his twelve inches or so into her rectum. The donkey fucked her hard until he shot a load deep in her ass. Loni’s mom was there to suck the donkey’s cock as it was pulled out and then Mary’s ass to get all the. They were few and far between anymore. She once told me it was my fault that she couldn't trust me and her happiness left.After the play we went out and did some drinking. There was dancing and I asked Carol if she wanted to dance. Marsha and Ben were already on the dance floor. Carol got up and I held her close. We danced good together, we always did. We had more drinks and danced even more.I danced with Marsha and she mentioned how happy Carol seemed, I had to agree. It was like the old Carol. She and her husband have 4 children, but they are all older than me. But I've spent Christmas with them the last couple of years. They're lovely."They came to a halt outside her door. They were standing very close without saying anything. It was one of those silences that are a precursor to most relationships. Not that all such silences do lead to a relationship, of course. But they were both feeling strange, unsettled, not wanting the moment to end, but not knowing what do to next. And, again.