A few months before I turned fifty-eight, there was a part of her that seemed distracted...not unhappy, but I knew there was something on her mind. I ...ried to get her to tell me, but my Breanna just smiled and said, "Not right now, Mister Heller...not right now." I had to smile...our affair was eight years old, but she still insisted on calling me Mister Heller, reminding me that just saying it, "Makes me wet...Mister Heller."We celebrated my fifty-eighth birthday with a quiet, intimate cookout. There was a loud chorus of ‘Amen’ as the coffin reached the bottom.For an instant the clouds broke and a shaft of sunlight seemed to highlight Emily’s coffin. The light intensified and became white, and I realised I had somehow been dragged into my fugue state.“Seamus, you came!” called out Emily.“Of course I came. I never got a chance to say goodbye.”“I was allowed to come back specially for that.”That meant Emily had already experienced the afterlife. “What’s it like there?” I asked.There was. You opened the door and the bell boy looked at you and smiled before handing over the bottle and glasses, you thanked him and closed the door and as you turned around you saw that the rest of us had all got naked and were waiting for you to pour us a drink. Guy was sat in a big chair Lynn was on the bed and I sat on the side of the desk. Both Guy and myself had hardon’s and we were stroking them as you gave us our glasses, Lynn grabbed your hand and pulled you on to the bed with her and taking. Her legs spread wider opening up her ass cheeks allowing me to see everything in more detail. 'Oh my God… Oh my fucking God!' she was cumming, I watched as her anus puckered up every time she moaned while releasing her juices. I was cumming too, shooting my load onto the edge of her door. She collapsed onto the floor squeezing her legs with her hand still in place shaking around. After I had put my cock back into my shorts I crept back downstairs and cleaned up in the washroom. Nikki came down.