The road was dusty and pitted with wagon tracks, but the fields and orchards that lay on either side of it were at the height of the growing season an... breathtakingly beautiful. Erich strode confidently beside me, all the while describing his memories of the little house that would soon be our home. I could not help but notice that he stopped once or twice during the trek to drink out of a small flask. Whiskey, I assumed, to help with the pain in his leg. I first saw it as we began to ascend a. It kind of blew me away…..I just really wanted to get my hands on it.”Dale laughed and said, “Well…you got your hands on it alright. That felt fantastic.” With a shit-eating grin he added, “You can get your hands on my cock any time you want, mom.”I smiled back at him, sort of reveling in his appreciation, then got up, grabbed a wash cloth from his bathroom, and returned to my spot on his bed, cleaning the cum from his shaft, my hand, and his torso.As I wiped away the remnants of his splattered. Understand?” Peter nodded again. “Yes Nurse Trixy.” “Good.” She smiled. “Well, I’m off to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of champagne. You do have champagne, don’t you Peter?” Her eyes narrowed. He nodded. “Yes, Nurse Trixy.” “And you, slut, will get entirely naked for me and kneel in the middle of the floor and wait for me. You will keep your cock hard, and play with it all the time you are waiting. And each time you are about to cum, you will stop and count to ten. Then you will begin. The loss of my path. These losses brought me pain the likes of which I had never known existed, let alone felt. All that pain provided me with a new respect for fear. As with everyone, I had felt fear in the past. But this new fear, brought on by actual loss, actual pain… this was fear on steroids. I let it consume me for a time. I almost let it take me. My fear of death palled in comparison to the looming shadow of my fear of living. Aoife saved me that night on my knees, next to the bed.