.. it's all around me.I jump up as fast as I can with my hands still tied behind my back and I run. I have no idea where to or what from. I just know ... can't lay there any longer. I'm running as hard as I can, trying not to stumble, it's hard to run with my hands tied behind me. Run, run, run... I keep telling myself. Don't look back, don't slow down, don't think... just RUN!Suddenly I'm laying on the ground, panting. What happened? I didn't trip! I didn't stumble. I didn't run into a rock. ‘That’s a relief. I told a few of the relatives what happened and they thought I was crazy.’ He chuckled. ‘I could imagine. I told my sisters and they told me it was just part of the grieving purpose.’ She reached up and touched his hand. ‘It is one part of it. I know if I lost someone so close to me I would do the same.’ Without missing a beat he added, ‘She talks to me, tells me to move on.’ ‘I don’t think that’s unusual. Perhaps that’s your subconscious telling you that it’s okay to find. Both Lucille and her mom are what could be termed "voluptuous". In other words, they are overweight. But they are fairly comfortable with themselves and so am I. I'm old enough to have gotten past the social conditioning that says thin is sexy. Thin is sexy. But so is fat, if the woman inside the body is sexy. So, they are both much happier eating steaks, chicken marsala, and other well prepared balanced meals than ramen noodles.Lucille entered with a beer for me. She had a funny grin on her. Think fast. As a teenager, I didn´t have MUCH sex experience, but Ive always been a freak so I took a little more charge. And she responded beautifully.I pull her closer and she returns to blowing my cock like a pornstar. Headbobbing and moaning. My hand wanders around her tits and barely reach her bushy pussy. I slide a fingers right at her clit hood and further down ad I feel how wet she is. She moans........Ok, I am doing the right thing. I continue to do this, bringing her cunt juices from.