Yeah I should. He got up and I noticed he was hard. He turned quickly and went into the bathroom. I forgot to mention. I am staying at a hotel becaus... the floors in my apartment are getting done. John is staying with me because his parents went on vacation. I dropped my robe and air dried. I went into my bag and grabbed a pair of briefs. I put them on and stuffed my cock into it. I was so hard. I put on my pants and shirt and tie. I’m a doctor by the way. I waited for him to get out and when. I suppose you think I'm a monster, laughing at my husband's death." No Shelley, you're many things but 'monster' isn't one of them." I motion towards the bottle of whiskey with my head and raise my eyebrows in question."Oh God yes," she exclaims, "Can you even imagine what it's like trying to appear the properly grieving widow at your husband's funeral when you were already in the process of an extremely hostile divorce... finally hurt the bastard in the only way you really can... especially. She had a large but very well proportioned butt. I always had these hots for elder women and this babe was beginning to set me on low flame for a start. We were through two pegs when I asked her for a dance and she agreed. I held her soft fair hands and led her to the dance floor. We moved to the edge of the floor and started gyrating to the rhythm of some loud techno number. The song ended and was replaced with Richard Marx singing now and forever on request from some dancer. The pace of. “We mesh. You are gentle, kind, and considerate. You treat me as a valued treasure. I can tell you are even more interested in how you make me feel than taking your own satisfaction.” “I love you, Em,” he responded simply. “I want you to feel that when we’re loving each other. “I do, Evan,” she said. “I feel completely loved, adored, even worshiped.” “So, is there a problem?” he asked her. She shook her head. “Not a problem. I just want you to understand the relationship with Rich.” Evan smiled.