Then six years ago now my wife of 52 years died. She had been the center of my life. Her death left a big hole in my life. At her funeral I promis...d to follow her without much delay but a widowed neighbor lady had other ideas. I had hardly noticed her before but she intruded into my morning. Literally she was there every morning, seeing to it that I got out of bed and proceeded with my life. In a time she reminded me of the many things I still had to finish. Part 2After a respectable. . in and out, over and over, feeling him plunge it in deeper as his shoved his hips at me like a frenzied teenager. I stopped and straddled him with his dick in my hand. His hand reached up and slid two fingers into my open pussy. On my knees, it was very big with all the blood pumped into it. He felt the spongy, dripping walls and forced his fingers quickly in and out, watching as fresh juice sprayed out over his hand. The squelching fluid made rude noises and dribbled down his wrist while he. Well, my mind got the best of me and when I came to the top of the hill and found a nice area, secluded by trees, but open enough to stay warm in the sun I stopped and made my way over to the area. I sat down and relaxed, what a nice day to be outside and doing something I enjoyed doing. After resting for a few minutes those nasty thoughts came back and I started to remember the things that I had done to my husband and to the gardener and meter man. Such nasty things. I looked around and. ‘Linnea? Fuck me!’ He sat down heavily. ‘I thought you were going to set the table, not serve yourself as the main course,’ Stacey commented, her voice a bit on the cool side. She set a pair of black pillar candles on the table with the others, and relit one that had gone out. ‘Only an appetizer,’ I giggled, rolling to my feet and feeling curiously unchastened. Still riding my endorphin high, I abruptly decided to see how many times I could get the others to climax. Everybody should have as.