Her arms gradually slid back to her sides.She lay there, eyes unfocused, smiling as she left us. Now I know what crying rivers meant.I slept walked th...ough the funeral. Barb handled everything. There were very few people at the service. Barb, Amy, me, my family, Joannes former sister in law, that was it. CeCe didn't attend.Barb insisted we stay at the house until school, said Joanne wanted us to. She called us a few days later, said we had to be at the reading of the will.At the lawyer's. She hung one shoe on the car's door and clumsily fell into the car. Bart tried to break her fall and, in doing so, landed his hand on one of Joyce's full breasts. Before he could react, Joyce had sprawled across Bart's lap pinning his hand in place against her boob."Oops," Joyce giggled.She awkwardly pulled herself up from Bart's lap, but instead of moving away, she rested her hand on his thigh and leaned against him. A look of surprise came over Bart's face. The two sat staring at each other. After all, he managed to get my usually shy and conservative wife completely undressed and really worked up before pushing his big thick cock into her pussy.As he picked up speed and his balls began slapping my wife's ass, she responded to his comment on her pussy in a whisper, "Is it?" That's just like her, too! Uncomfortable discussing genitalia; conditioned by her Mother to be prudish.She was whispering because she was nervous as hell and unsure of herself at this point. She was in an insane. 'Cow' linked with milk which then linked with Christopher's farm and the bottle of milk he gave her. It can't be, she told herself. He can't have done this to me, could he? How? How could it even have happened? Lynn mentally went over the conversations she'd had with Christopher. She felt slightly odd doing it. With the way she'd been feeling lately and the thoughts she'd had, the woman in her memories felt like a stranger. So bold and arrogant and blunt and rude. How had she acted like that,.