I lookedso pretty. I couldn't believe it.I said a silent thank you to both my mother and sisters for all thelessons they had given me.I put on my batw...ng Italian leather jacket, picked up the matchinghandbag and stepped out of my room.There was a gasp from behind me, so I turned round."Wow!" my sister Kate said, "Mi..." she caught herself, "Maria you lookfantastic." Thanks," I replied with a smile, "I thought I'd pull out all thestops."She walked me down the stairs where my mother also gave her. ’ ‘A gentleman, Dan,’ she smiled beautifully. Connie sat, depositing her bags on the floor. ‘We were best friends once… I miss Mary.’ I started at the mention of my late wife. Even after five years the void was manifest. ‘You knew Mary?’ ‘The Baptist Church Wednesday Club. We chatted, mostly about you. I spoke to you at her funeral, but you were distracted.’ ‘Sorry, Connie, that day’s blurred. Sorry about Freddie, I liked him.’ I played Sunday golf with Freddie Evans until seven years ago. He. ?Idle conversation whenanyone was within earshot punctuated with a whole series ofpersonal, confidential, and often embarrassing questions whenthey were alone.? That was thegame.? 'Had she ever faked anorgasm?'? 'How often?'? 'Why?'?She was obligated to answertruthfully and had been doing so. 'Did she like giving head?'?'What did she like best about it?' 'What was she thinking that first time she asked him to do herfrom the rear?'? That was a bigone.? She had always had astrange curiosity about. She noticed him bend his knees slightly, getting into position. “Wait,” she panted using his cock to gently tug him to the bed. Pushing her backwards on to the white duvet, he used his knee to spread her legs. He removed his shirt. She stared admiringly at his broad shoulders and hairy chest. She began to lick down his chest; she edged her way down towards his cock before working her way up it with small kisses. Reaching the top, she circled her tongue around its rim, as if licking a melting.