I could be hurt and I could be broken. It wasn't something you should know before your death watch. It made living very hard. According to all the doc...ors I had a pretty good chance for thirty or forty more years. I had no idea what those years were going to be like. I was sure as hell retired, and nothing was going to get me back into the business. I could not take that kind of abuse again.On the afternoon of the tenth day since I left Mossberg, I returned. Since things had run on autopilot. At the same time, I nibble on his earlobe, and he begins to stir. He lets out a soft murmur. I move my arm down and embrace his stomach and chest. I pull him tight to me. My breasts against his back. He is awake now, and he can feel my new cock pressing against his ass cheeks. ‘What, honey?’ he stammers out. ‘Shush,’ I say. ‘Stay still. Just relax.’ I reach down lower with my hand and find his cock. I just hold it, no stroking. As I cradle it, it grows in my hand, and I continue to nibble on. Up and down her back they went. After about the third trip, it dawned on me what was different. There was no bra strap. Missy had ditched the bra sometime after lunch.She backed off and smiled. "I took it off while you were talking to Gail, John."I started to reach around for her unfettered breasts, but she put her hands on mine. Her eyes never left mine as she guided my hands to my side. She patted them and then let go. With a wiggle, she moved back on my lap, putting some distance between us.. Shaking my head violently to clear it of the images of Angie’s naked body, finished breakfast and set the table just as she appeared from the bedroom, wearing only a robe. I managed, somehow, to make it through breakfast without making a total fool of myself, stealing the occasional glance at where her robe showed tantalizing hints of her breasts. Angie told me to go shower while she cleared up. After my shower, she grabbed my hand and dragged me down to the car. “Are there any good places to.