Tall, bone white headstones and small dark grey ones poke up from the earth. As morbid as we both are, we don’t dare to even ask each other if this ...hould be explored. Ancient headstones, plastic flowers of remembrance, and small mausoleums holding families of importance.We continue to walk slowly, hands intertwined, me squeezing gently and tenderly touching fingertips. Your thumb traces the inside of my wrist.The air is quite chilly now this darkening evening. Our breath is beginning to make. Stroking, wanting, needing, lusting. My desire for you never wains. Fuck I'm in heaven, you asleep next to me, in my bed. I'm now so turned on I want and need to explode. I have your fully erect cock in my hand. My other hand playing with my clit. My fingers soaked in my juices I momentarily take them out and rub some of the juice gently on your lips. One thing left to do and I just can't help myself. I'm sure you will understand and won't be too cross with me. I continue to bring myself nearer. Ed took Betty by the arm and led her into the cocktail lounge. It was a Tuesday night and only six others were in the place. There were 3 guys shooting pool in the back, one playing the pinball machine and 2 at the bar. The 2 at the bar were so drunk that, tomorrow morning they wouldn't even remember being out drinking.Ed went to the bar and ordered a double rum and Coke for Betty and a Budweiser for himself. He didn't want the bartender coming over to the table and remembering Betty tomorrow. They had both given her the same love and support that HER Mother had given her.It was growing late, so, thanking them, and telling them 'Good Night' they went home. Sharon and William decided that they would call it a night, also, and took their leave. The others, noting the time prepared, and went to bed. This time, though, Betty stayed with Dave. Her sympathy for Mike's situation, had gotten to her. She had nuzzled Dave's neck as they were sitting on the sofa, and had, once again, joined him.