Perhaps she’d been watching the TV, or listening to the radio. Something to distract her from the empty silence of the house that was now just hers....er breathing is quiet. Her head still on the pillow. One arm stretched out to where He is not. Is she how I imagined her? Perhaps. Her hair has a faded loveliness, pale as the moonlight. Her lips, parted, remain full, soft, damp. Her neck long; lined with the years but not that of the middle-aged woman that she is. Her breasts, beneath her dark. “You like that we did this?” she asked and she pulled her fingers to her lips and sucked them clean, ignoring the oozing cum sliding down her crack. I nodded yes and when her fingers left her lips I kissed them and she surprised me by parting her lips and feeding me my cum and her fluids, the sweet yet salty combination of fluids seemed to stick to my tongue and as we pulled apart a long white string of cum connected us. When it broke it lay across her chin and she swished it with her finger. ..How was your day son, just had a word with Henry. He says he don't get to see much of you and asked what you are doing with your time while here. He asked me if it would be alright for him to use you every now and then. That Henry always trying to say things to get you to thinking...' Without looking at my Pops I asked '...what do you mean by that?...' Pop answered '...nothing, Henry just wants to know if he can put you to work some days. You know Henry is always doing something around the. "***Maggie used her afternoon break to walk over to the bathhouse. Carmenwas sitting on the porch, drinking a glass of lemonade. Felipe, hereight-month old son, was sleeping in a playpen next to her. "Hola,Carmen." Margarita, hola. Would you like a lemonade?" Carmen reached for apitcher."I am afraid I do not have time. I must get back to finish cooking thesupper." She looked around. "Where is Jose?" Playing in the barbershop. Whit likes to spend time with the boy."Maggie nodded. "It's good for.