When I think of it, I find myself trembling slightly. I find it difficult to accept empathy from strangers, but Geert has a strange quality that makes...me feel as if he is able to read my mind simply by looking at my face. I wonder idly if a person can read another as easily as I might read a book. I sneak a peek at Geert as he eats wondering if he is aware of the hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach. I eat mechanically, for my body is hungry even if my mind rejects the notion of food. I. "You don't have to do this..." I start, but she interrupts me"Just don't. Don't say anything"In silence I continue grooming her. I apply her makeup. I apply cover to disguise the bags under her eyes, a tell tale sign of a sleepless night. She kisses me, and I kiss her back. Soon she is ready, nude, except for her white pumps; we walk down to the kitchen for breakfast. Vicky has difficulty sitting down; her pussy is all swollen, so she kneels instead. She is wearing a white silk slip today.. No doubt he had just had an orgasm. The door was slightly ajar and I pushed it little further open and peered in.What I saw was breathtaking. Josh was withdrawing his huge cock from his girlfriend Kelly. My late husband, Josh Sr., had a huge cock and his son was similarly endowed. I was mesmerized by a cock that seemed so familiar, but yet so distant. My husband had been killed in Afghanistan six years earlier in a whirlybird crash.I was devasted when he was killed, but because I had such a. Her hand settled along the shaft and she pressed gently. It flexed again. "It's like it's alive," she observed. "Have you named it? Like, Big Ben, or The Incredible Bulk?"I burst into laughter. Where did she get these ideas? "No. I haven't named it."With a soft, exploratory squeeze, Keira announced, "Then I will."I waited. Names passed through my mind, Thor, The Punisher, The..."We'll call it Fred," she announced."Fred?" Yup. It's a Fred." With a remarkable grin, Keira tugged the waist of my.