He made me feel alive again, like a woman once more. Years of neglect from Tom had made me forget that I am a sexual being. I wish Tom would make me f...el like that again, I wish he would make love to me like he used to do all those years ago but I can’t even bear him being near me. Maybe it’s because of everything he’s put me through. I listened in on them skyping a couple of weeks ago, he was in the lounge with the doors closed but I could hear clearly enough. It was as if he wanted me to. I didn’t want to go to the other bed, alone, and was pretty much precluded from getting back into that one unless I laid on top of someone, uninvited, which I found out later was the wrong answer. Three of them told me I was always invited to lay on them, and a fourth told me it was in our wedding vows, somewhere. That got a laugh. They were awake enough then to help me eat and drink the breakfast I’d sent for.“Italian sausage for breakfast. I need to remember that. This is good,” Charlene got. I thought for sure that I felt her stroking my cock as she kissed me, but it must have been wishful thinking because she seemed oblivious to the fact that my cock was throbbing, precum dribbling down the shaft.Once again she took position sitting on my face. I immediately lapped and sucked at her opening. She sensed how I craved her juices and she leaned slightly forward and rubbed her wet folds across my nose, mouth, and chin. At first, it was playful, then she grabbed my hair and put her. I tend to eat four or five times a day."She looked somewhat shocked at my comment, but nodded her understanding."Is that because of your stomach," Debbie asked, as only a child can, straight to the point."That's right. I love spaghetti, but I have to just eat a little bit at a time." That's okay, Dad. You can save the rest and heat it up in the microwave later before you go to bed." You're pretty smart, young lady. That's exactly what I do most nights."When the meal was finished, Diane put some.