. My mouth is so dry so I take a large gulp of the beer. My cock throbbing.l, Pressing hard against my jeans. Emma then graps my polo shirt and pull... me in towards her. My bulge pressed against her mount . Pressing her red lips to mine and open my mouth and slipping her soft wet tounge in my mouth. As we stand there kissing. Her hands sliding under shirt and resting on my waist, Holding me close. Still holding my beer with one hand the other on her waist. Will puts his beer on the table and. We slump into each other’s arms and we cry some more.I have never thought of it before, but grief imparts strange behaviour on people, sometimes.Tuesday 11 September 2021A few days after the funeral and Sarah is pressurised into taking over her mother’s position. I decide to encourage Sarah to go her own way and not enter the family business, leave it to Mr Lawrence. She takes my advice, though I don’t know why, business is so much different to love. She has just finished university and it. She had told me she enjoyed ‘servicing’ the older clientele at her guesthouse, Casa Rosita, on the other side of town; as well as Lupe’s guests here at Casa Madre. But they were all older men, in their fifties or sixties.What Izzy loved about visiting me was she had gotten to enjoy being fucked by Lupe’s ‘hot young stud’, as she put it. Izzy said she had a thing for younger men, but rarely got to indulge in acting out that fantasy. I told her that she and Lupe were just like peas in a pod,. “Yeah, Dad,” Max half-seriously called me.“Oui, Papa!” Josie exclaimed, getting a high-five from Jeanne and Manon each.“Hey, it’s not like you’re getting any older, babe! Or did you forget the consequences of your resurrection, hon!” Marcy told me as she appeared among us.I laughed at that while eating my breakfast and winking at each of my lovers. The way that they all managed to juggle eating with flirting with me ... and each other, well, that was impressive, wasn’t it? It just wasn’t.