Yes my husband died the day after my fiftieth birthday. He had a stroke. We did make love the night before. I think he only did his duty to me because...he had not been interested in sex for over…well a long time; many years in fact. I wasn’t sure, but truthfully, I think he was turning gay. The stupid bastard! Twenty five years of marriage, and he turned out like that. Not that I have anything against gay or lesbian people, but I’m not into that and I never thought he was either. Back to me.. Let’s give him a real immaculate seeing to. You gobble us harder boy, eat our helmets, wank us. Do it!”He got more passionate, slurped and really started to love it enormously. The girls grinned.“Susie, get on your knees and bring him off into your mouth then we’ll both shoot and we can have a three-way cum kiss. Rick was so turned on he couldn’t hold back and shoot quickly. Then Susie stood up and wanked into his mouth, keeping Rick’s cum in hers. Lucy wanked as well. As if like a torrent. ’ The next morning, I woke before Aidan to his hard cock poking my in the ass. I pulled out of his arms as carefully as I could and tipped him onto his back so his cock laid back against his stomach. He was sleeping so heavily, it made me chuckle a little bit, but I still spread his legs just enough so that I could crawl between them. I blew lightly on his cock and smiled as it twitched, but he still didn’t wake up. I decided how I was going to wake him up. Basically, how I would appreciate. I was surprised to find either oak trees or a damned fine equivalent. I collected the mast, lightly crushed the nuts into quarters to remove the shells, put them into a cloth sack and put them in the stream to leach. After a thorough drying and crushing they made a good rough meal for porridge. Their harvest became a yearly ritual.The fish had no fear of the net. I was able to harvest a lot. I cleaned them, dipped them in a strong brine, strung them on lines and hug them, bones and all, in the.