She remembered occasional bouts of desperation: sitting there wondering if there was anything she could do, any promises she could make, that would br...ng him back to her. At other times she raged, fumed, felt anger making her blood sing; there were depressions in the wall of her bedroom that seemed to have been made by her fist. Ned and Katrina Stanton assured her that these were some of the main stages of grief. But by and large, she remembered nothing; she had been gone, and that was that.Amy. ” I realised she meant ‘The prayer’. I smiled and blushed at the same time. “Well, I need my morning grace,” she chuckled while ploughing two of her fingers in and out of her pussy. “Okay, my pleasure.” I knelt at the bottom of the bed, and put my hands together, and looking up at the ceiling I said, “Dear who ever you are, thank you for what we are about to receive.” “You bloody idiot,” Jess laughed, “stop messing about and sort me out.” I climbed onto the bed between Jess’s legs, pushing. Dad was ten years her senior, and now, here he was messing around with a woman half his age, barely older than I was at eighteen. But like I said, I thought mom was attractive looking, and she was my own fucking mother for hells sakes! She was in reasonably nice shape, sure ... she didn't have the body of a twenty something year old anymore, but I'd seen the looks she was given whenever we went out to do any shopping, or on a handful of times, actually enjoying an evening out together over. She was sitting so close to me, I could feel her warm body close to me. I put my arm araound her shoulder, and she was sitting comfy in my arm crook.Then she put one hand on my upper leg, very close to my cock & balls, looked at me and asked if it was OK if she masturbate my cock again ?!She told me that she has been thinking a lot about that first experience we had in her apartment, and that she liked it so much.She enjoed to play with my big fat cock, and it was many years since she had an so.