” “But you. You will go away. You said it yourself. Everything goes away.” She sighed. “Yes. I did say that.” “I’m not trying to be d...spairing. I know we love each other. I do. And of course I love my kids, and they love me. Honey. Love is everywhere. Love is like the fireflies. Like the stars. Like the wind in the fields. Surrounding us. Always.” He pulled back, far enough out of their embrace so that he could see her eyes. “But things happen. It's time to go back home. Or a flight is. About a year after we buried Wes, Naomi became my wife so that I could protect her and look after her. I had always liked her a lot, but with her married to Wes, I would never tread on his territory.Anyway back to the two drunks; they were mentioning the biker bitch's new tat. They described it as a guy with a lawnmower cutting a chunk out of her pubic hair. It was coming from the right to the left. I knew that Naomi had a nice arrowhead-shaped nest down below, but I had never seen that tat. “Yes, yes, I am cumming! Ohh... damn, yes!”My clit was abruptly super sensitive. Gasping for air, I had to twist away from him; I could not take anymore. Then, I slowly rolled back, holding my arms out to him. “My God, that was stunning! It crept up on me, and then hit so fast. Damn, what an orgasm!”As I was saying that, he sank down, kissing me as I finished. I held him tight and felt his cock moving to enter me. It soon found its target, and began spreading me open as it invaded my tunnel. I. ” I smiled as if was fully aware of what she meant. I knew one thing about Christy, she was a highly sexual woman. Secretly I loved it when she told me things like this. Our conversations always led to and ended up one thing. Sex. At twenty five she knew what I was going through at eighteen and we talked about a lot of things that I’d never dare to talk about with my friends at school or my mom. Also she seemed very interested in our conversations and would listen to everything that I said, I.