In particular, shared masturbation through fantasy. You can venture a guess as to who was her lucky (or was it unlucky) partner in carnal chit-chat. R...th was not one to masturbate alone, at least not entirely. Her way was to call me up at all hours (or I her, it was mutual) and we’d pretend that we were “collaborating” on a writing project. She’d create these characters in her mind that were avatars for herself. Through these virtual personae, Ruth would fantasize about real sexual adventures. Her tits were white, almost transparent, and hung down a little. They were topped with large brown areolas. I glanced over at the other guys. Jim and Ronnie, on guitar and bass, had big grins on their faces as they stared at Mrs. Kegal's tits. Steve, on drums, had eyes as big as saucers, and his jaw hung open. Steve's mom smiled and shook her tits. I couldn't believe how much they bobbled and jiggled. I thought she'd cover up again, but she just kept showing them as we played. It was hard to. The teal heads tall lover, gave Miku's breasts the same treatment given to hers, licking, biting, and sucking on beautiful orbs of flesh. The smaller lover moaning all the while, tangling her hands in Luka's hair as if to try and keep her there forever. However Luka had other plans, her hand snaked it's way down into Miku's skirt and stroked her wet sex through the girl's underwear. Miku buried her face in pink hair to muffle her moans, Luka was a little surpised, it had only been three days. My wife, Grace, with tears also falling, reached to softly touch his other hand as each of the women whispered a soft tear choked farewell. Quietly I left to walk next door and relieve Carol so she could say her final farewells. That left me with the unenviable task of informing my grand children that “Great Gramps” had gone to a better place. The rest of the morning was filled with answering questions to satisfy the medical examiner’s queries and watching her make the appropriate entries on.