Doc tried to help by comforting me but that was the last thing I needed, guys don’t comfort one another. We say stuff like, “Just suck it up and d...ive on… or… stop crying like a girl you big pussy!” It was weeks before I had built up enough courage to go outside, that’s when the embracement set in – when I realized I had to go out in public looking like this. Doc had gotten me some clothes that fit since I was quite a bit smaller now and none of my other stuff was even close to fitting. He had. Cancer is a cruel disease, and Marie’s fight had been long and hard on both of us, but final for her. The first year had been terrible, to be honest. I was bereft, and it took me six months to even contemplate doing anything to the house that we had called home for years, and in which we had brought up our children. John and Ben had been great, but they had their own lives to get on with and didn’t live that close, so I didn’t have the grandchildren to visit that often. The second year was. .and down over her soft belly....I slipped the black panties to one side....revealing an unshaved pussy which looked very good....and I just had to tease her wet clit with my tongue as my fingers slipped inside her. She was obviously in need of some attention as it didn't seem long at all till she cried out and her hips bucked against my mouth. I wanted to fuck her but gave her a little more oral to bring her off for a second time...I slipped the panties off and got between her open. I could see a few little curls of pubic hair poking out around the edge of her panties where my dick now vanished from view. She rotated her hips up and back, coating my skin with so much wet slippery wonderful that it accelerated my own pleasure and I fond myself humping against her to increase the feeling."Oh god...oh fukkk..." she whispered, as if the sexual feelings were taking control of her. I drove harder into her, digging deeper into the soft crevice between the petals of skin that now.