For a long time we hung like that, suspended in a giganticmutual orgasm. Then she suddenly gave a violent shudder and collapsedunder me, and I let go ...s well. We lay there exhausted, panting together,my mouth still on hers, my cock still trembling inside her quivery cunt. For a long time we lay motionless. Then Mom finally murmured in a husky,slurred voice, "Oh God, honey, if I'd known it would be this good, I'dhave ****d you years ago. That was the best fuck I have ever had-and I'vehad some. It is just something you can do with a friend that you wouldn't let a boy do 'cause he'd brag about it. But until now you never knew that it was something I did at summer camp and you wouldn't know that if I hadn't been used to sharing my life with you."It had taken that and more urgent whispering by Emma to convince her that she shouldn't leave right then. Although she had refused to try mutual cunnilingus that night Emma had shamelessly masturbated a little later. 'Now you know my nastiest. Which took something away from it. Of course I enjoyed it, but it left me thinking of the Carole King song. Is that all there is?”I felt like I might be the clown she had conjured up. Seriously I felt like I had been used first for information, and then as her breathing vibrator. Yes it was a shared experience, but I still felt cheap and used. I laughed at that thought. Men don’t mind being used, I reminded myself.Of course the married Eve didn’t spend the night. After she left, I fell into a. ”“Go ahead,” I said.“You heard Dave Whiteman say Janelle’s body is ready to be released,” he said. “Do you think that tomorrow you would be prepared to come to the coroner’s office and do the formal identification? Usually it’s a family member, or someone close to the deceased. Beth isn’t in any state to do that, we don’t want to put her through that so soon. But as Janelle’s fiancée, and the fact that she was living with you, qualifies you as someone who can make that formal.