’ ‘What you are a cross-dresser?’ Lydia joked. ‘Actually I kept some of my late wife’s things um just as a reminder.’ ‘Late wife, oh god...Alan, me and my big mouth.’ ‘What you didn’t know, are you saying Olivia didn’t tell you?’ ‘No she made no mention of that.’ Lydia stepped over and sat on Alan’s lap. ‘I need to know,’ she said gently, resting against him. ‘Just tell me what happened and I’d like to know whether or not you think she would like me here with your like this.’ ‘Oh she would love. I began to suck greedily on her pink nipples, which responded by tightening and lengthening within my mouth. She once more was slowly wanking me, but with my recent ejaculation, the danger of a repeat performance of prem-ejac was not so great. Presently she nudged me into a position so that I lay on top of her, my penis jammed between our bellies. After a few fumbling attempts on my part to reach her cunt, she helped me our, taking my glands in her fingers and placing me at the head of her. The longer they took, the more I’ve wanted to make them align.**I had volunteered to host the closing night party of a successful theatrical production I was an integral part of in town. Cast and crew and friends all attended. Food and drink flowed aplenty, fun and song and silliness ensued. Then came the tearful goodbyes of the bonded masses, since the gig was over and the temporary family was disbanding. As always, into the wee hours hung a few stragglers, most of whom I knew.As those final. When I opened the door he said, "Is she here?"I nodded a yes and he said, "I need to talk to her."I told him that I didn't think she wanted to see him, but I'd go ask and I closed the door on him. I walked back to the kitchen where Martha was making us lunch and said, "Guess who is here and wants to talk to you?" She looked up from the sink at me and I said, "Yes indeedy, it is your very own ex-true love."She shook her head no, "I don't have anything to say to the man - the tape said it all."I.