I offered to try to help them, sacrificing the pittance I have, but they laughed at me. My daughter’s laughed at me. I think I deserved another chan...e. It was one stupid mistake. I was a good wife, a good mother, at least most of the time. A couple of years of foolishness shouldn’t negate a lifetime spent together, being a good, loving and faithful wife and mother. It was only sex, for heaven’s sake. Instead, I work at the Piggly-Wiggly, and hide in my room. I’m always looking over my. "Don't you worry," she says as she starts sliding inside him again. "I'll take such good care of you, darling." When her finger is all the way inside, she rubs his prostate once. Twice. Then slides her finger out to the tip and starts again.His whimpering is constant, and her finger is relentlessly pushing in, rubbing twice, then sliding out. But it's not quite enough to push him over the edge. "I love being inside you. You feel so hot and tight." Pushing in, rubbing, pulling out. "Like you. He kissed her cheek, then moved down to kiss that tender spot just below her ear.She was flooded with sensations: breathing in the masculine scent of his hair, tasting the saltiness of his sweat on his neck, feeling his chest hairs rubbing her nipples, feeling his male length filling her repeatedly. She moved against him, encouraging him, opening herself up, taking all of him within her. The white heat of intensity blossomed within her and she gave herself over to the needs of her body, totally. Well, thatwas another matter entirely.Sam had been on the list for a heart transplant for the last 4 years ofher life. No match was found in time. Two days before her 20th birthdayshe had succumbed, and Harold was all alone again. It was so unfair. Shehad only recently become engaged to a real nice guy named Bob. They hadhoped to have children someday. Now Sam was gone, and with her death,the light had gone out of her fathers world.Since then Harold had wandered the back roads of America..