She said she loved it.I was once again standing next to her changing room and as Ana turned around to undress she closed the curtains; but I quickly a...d quietly pushed it open and hurried back to my seat.Suddenly I noticed another husband approaching to the changing rooms. He did not look at me, or he did not notice I was there.He was a bald man, with a huge body. All of the sudden, he stepped in with my loving wife and closed the curtains behind him.I did not move from my seat; waiting and. Her limbs weakened and she slid off her horse, crumpling to the ground. ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,’ she whispered to no one in particular, sobbing in sorrow and guilt. Tony came and gathered her into his arms and she felt his tears mingling with her own. * * ‘One good thing at least came out of this last attack,’ Ronald said, then muttered darkly, ‘don’t know whether the one good thing can balance this out.’ He looked down on Jacques, pale and still on the bed, his skin damp and flushed. They. Finally, she rubbed her clit on my pubic mound and I could feel her orgasm as well as hear it. Mine hit right then too.We clung together for a few quiet minutes and she raised off me then bent down to clean my wet pecker with her mouth. Hell, that was enough to almost set me off again!She said the first words, “That tasted good. Haven’t had any man juice in either end for WAY to long!” She gave me a taste of my own cum in a short tongue kiss. My wife had liked to do that too.“Let’s get. Instead I made do with the silver unicorn necklace he gave me on my sixteenth birthday as my remembrance of him. I think part of her died with my grandfather and never came back. Maybe that’s what happens when your loved one dies and what ties you back together again in the afterlife. You leave a piece of your soul with them. Since his death eight years ago, her mind has slowly started to slide. She doesn’t leave the house as much as she used to. The only reason she leaves the house is to visit.