”After three more swats on my naked rear, Christine reached around front and wrapped her painted fingers around my now-hard cock.“Perhaps I should...do something about this before Ms. Connie gets home” Christine added with a wink. “Would you like that?”“I would” I replied with a huge smile to match my huge hard-on.“Then follow me to the bedroom” Christine said playfully, as she turned and sauntered down the hallway. I stood and followed. Once in Connie’s bedroom, I noticed Christie sitting on the. This weekly routine continued for the next three weeks. During this period I bought Willie and Harry new trainers, four pairs of socks, three new shirts, as well as a pair of jeans for each of them. They were looking more and more respectable. I also bought hair clippers and took to becoming their hairdresser.When I exited the bookstore on the following Saturday, I was surprised to see only Willie waiting for me. I learned that Harry’s brother had tracked him down, and had invited him to live. ". Before Kyle could say anything Natalie kissed him.Kyle was taken off guard by Natalie's sudden advance so he just rolled with it, besides he's fantasized about a scenario like this for a long time. He moved his hand to Natalie's face and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. She then moved her hand to the inside of Kyle's thigh and up toward his growing hard on. The kiss broke off and they looked into each other's eye's, both full of lust. Natalie placed her hand on Kyle's cock and whispered. It was not fair that we were so violently ripped apart. Questions rushed through me. Could I go on without her? Could I bear the wait until we were reunited in death? Would her soul still love me when it was time for us to be together again? What would my wife, my love, my best friend, my lover want? Certainly life should go on. There should be happiness, new life, new lust, new love. But should the past love hang on? Would, should the spirit of the departed cling to the living through life,.