It was that desperate, frantic exertion, those long, repeated orgasms, that finally allowed her to let go. No wonder she seduced me, she somehow knew...that was the therapy she needed. The grief wasn't gone, but she was almost herself again . At least I hoped so. The buzzer on the oven went off signaling that the oven was hot enough. In went the trout and I set the timer for 15 minutes. I then turned my attention to the wine and soon had a glass poured for each of us. I looked. Outside, the four girls were still fast asleep. Even Sylvia had fallen asleep during the night. The sun was above the horizon by now and the soldiers that had been on duty last night had been replaced by others, and they were now returning to their barracks. While they walked past those four lovely sleeping girls on the ground, they just stopped and looked at them.They especially liked it how those two girls in their short dresses were lying there. Their dresses had hiked up during the night. "It was quite abstract at the beginning, but it became very clear that she was ready. Her attraction was sexual and she was confident enough to open to me. She developed the hotwife attitude that I long desired. I have always been amazed by sexually open women and wanted my wife to be one of them. They desire and they take. At the moment, I knew that she was one of them, and I felt madly in love with her.I left the meal on the table, went to her, and pulled her hand. She was intrigued but also. Then, oh what a surprise I felt his lips and tongue teasing the helmet of my cock. This was just bliss. He pushed his head down onto my cock and I felt the head of my cock pushing the back of his throat. He withdrew slowly and then slowly pushed back again. I placed a hand on his head to encourage his rise and fall. My other hand was caressing Carol's face and hair as we kissed.I was in sexual heaven and adoring it. Carol had sensed that I would climax soon at this rate so switched the action..