"But I'm going to give you one last fuck to remember me by." Please don't," she sobbed as he guided his pulsing cock-head up against her numb cunt-lip.... "I'm too dry in there! I can't take it!"He was panting and snorting like a wild bull as his big body moved over hers. Feeling the head of his prick pressing between her dry cunt-lips, she closed her eyes and bit her lips to keep from screaming."Here it comes," he panted, "and you better not give me any more shit!" No, James!" she pleaded, tears. She was staring outside window blankly, thinking about something. I got near her and saw the sadness in her eyes. I asked her what happened.She just shook her head. But I could not take it anymore. So I said, “You consider me as your friend then tell me what happened?” She was a bit hesitant but with teary eyes, she said, ” Remember I told you my husband will be coming?” I said, “Yes, didn’t he come?”She said, “He did. But then he left the same night because of work.” I was happy inwardly but I. At the funeral service I had to hold her upright, and I more or less carried her from church to crematorium, and then back to the house for the 'wake'.After all the guests had left I suggested to Miriam she should stay at my mother's but she just shook her head. She went up to bed and I joined her a few minutes later. I cuddled up to her to give her comfort. I wasn't expecting any shagging or anything; I'm not a complete bastard. As I snuggled up behind her she sat up, and in a voice I'd never. Aged 50,but you would not think so,with her dark walnut hair in the classic bob style enhancing her exquisitely attractive face. I knew as soon as I laid eyes on her that here was a lady of quality,the way she carried herself,the way she walked so effortlessly and with such ease in those high heels,her elegant couture,the way her make-up had been perfectly applied..especially to those gorgeous lips which were soon to be giving attention to my already swelling nipples.These hot moments that I.