Then with no hint of a problem my wife had a heart attack while she wasout shopping, by the time they had got her to the hospital, she hadpassed, they...said it was an aneurysm and that it could have happened anytime or place, there was nothing anybody could have done for her.I was devastated, she was not only my wife but my best friend to, we hadalways got on well after that first incident, we had many laughstogether, even if sex was short for her she didn't mind as long as I wasthere with. "Well, you've certainly succeeded," I respond. I pour my third drink and raise it. "To first encounters." We toast and retire to the couch to get comfortable. We take our seats side by side on the sofa and exchange small talk. We complement each other on our presentation and describe how we achieved our looks. I'm particularly interested in your makeup skills and you reveal that you had a professional make over to get you started. We share stories of our femme experiences, and just become. I waddled over to his room and opened the door. Craig was in his robe, his cock barely visible and hanging from his groin. He noticed. "On your knees now" he said. I did so obediently. "You've been wanting this haven't you?" he asked. I nodded. "Tell me how badly" he said. "I can't stop thinking about it, I want to taste it so bad" I replied. "Good" he said. With that, he took off his robe, his cock now out in full force, hardening quickly and getting bigger. He moved closer, his cock right in. She gripped my stiff stick and, while gently stroking it, still locked into my eyes, slipped to her knees. Her eyes sparkled as she opened her mouth wide and stretched out her tongue slowly. She wrapped it around my glans like a roll grips a sausage and drew cool air over the top in deep contrast to the warm wetness of her sensual tongue. My eyes rolled, my knees weakened and she began to hum around my meat.She knew well how to make me spurt quickly. As I grunted and filled her mouth, she.