..” I said.She was silent for a while, then said. “He had a stroke, an aneurysm ... a weak vessel in his brain. A genetic thing, they said. He was...my first love, my first and only... ‘til you. We were gonna be married, that spring. In the heart of the winter, in February, he died. He went to work one night, said he had a headache ... and then he died. I had kissed him that afternoon, and told him I loved him. I had that memory, at least.”Her tears had seemed to end, as she told her story. I. I must have passed out because I woke up a little later to the bed shaking again. My lovely wife was riding Lasalle like a bucking bronco. Man he had stamina and I couldn’t believe how much lust my wife had. I just watched in awe as she rode to multiple orgasms while she rubbed her clit hard. "You like fucking her Lasalle? Isn’t she as hot as I said she was? I asked him. She is the horniest white wife I have ever fucked. She loves cock, man." he replied. I was spent and just continued. She lowered her body, kissing my chest and pressing the cleft of her sex over my hardness, grinding on it more insistently, letting out a low moan. “Matt,” she looked up at me, vulnerable and scared, “make love to me?” I wouldn’t have been able to say no if I wanted to. And I definitely did not want to. I didn’t answer, just lifted her light body off of mine and laid her down on the bed. I removed her panties, revealing her fully naked body to my eyes for the first time in what must have been. She hadn't told him that the owner and her were good friends.Not in a sexual way, but just great friends.Alexis winked at the owner. The owner waved back as he watched her leave the store, right after Jan had done. "So that was fun, huh?" Alexis asked as she caught up with him."Yep, it sure was." Then Alexis growled out in frustration."What's wrong, Alexis?" "You!" She said as she stepped in front of him and pointing her accusatory finger."You make me so fucking wet between my legs and you.