My wife walked her guy into our room. I was surprised that she had picked an older man. Janet sat on the edge of the bed with him for about five minut...s and she address him as George. When I peeked through the door, I saw that he had already removed his pants and Janets cocktail dress was already off. George had pulled the covers off of the bed, which gave me a clear view. They sat next to each other with Janet wearing only her black thong. I watched them kissing each other deeply as George. Even after her passing my wife maintains her unblemishedstreak of being right. And good. And caring.And loving me unreservedly.I've spent six months mourning her, for her absence, and for myunwillingness to share myself with her fully, at least, not until shewas almost gone.It was shortly after she had been moved to hospice care, having finallygiven up on any further experimental treatment plans. There was abeautiful private garden where patients could sit, feeling the warm sunagainst their. The thing is that I didn't pick Caroline. No, she picked me. It was after I'd been on my own for a while, and was happily getting slightly pissed at a party one evening when she found me. Or rather managed to get me on my own, because she had had her eye on me for a while I found out. Anyway, as you do, I ended up looking at her first thing the next morning. Not too bad, and let's be honest, if you can put up with looking at it first thing then pussy on tap ain't such a bad thing. And being a. With assistance from the team, I limped to the sideline, and laid out on a table."You scared me! I didn't even get to suck your dick yet" I heard an over-exaggerated sexual voice say from just behind me. Hailey had hopped the fence and was using my body to shield her presence from view."You're so ridiculous" I chuckled."Excuse me, you can't be here Miss" bellowed someone from the athletics department."Excuse you!" she snapped back. "That's my man, and he might be seriously hurt. I'm not going.