It was this bright future, and the comforts that would accrue to Bill and his family that encouraged Marion to be patient and wait for him to proclaim...his intentions.Bill had a burning memory of the hurt that he felt when he lost Zena. He had loved her unconditionally and still did, when he was honest with himself. Marion was completely different. She was in love with him, he was sure, and he was trying to decide if he could push his reservations to one side and commit himself to her. She had. I gazed into that pink flesh of hers and was glad to see it again. Quickly I went to work eating her alive and listening to her enjoyment which was music to my ears. "Oh, yeah", she moaned, "Oh, fuck. Ooooooooh. Oh, it feels so good. I missed that beautiful tongue. Aaaaaaaah. Ooooooooh. Oh, yes. Yes...yes...yes. Aaaaaaaaah. Oh, my pussy. Oh, my pussy feels good. Fucking feels good. Oh, don't stop. Please, don't stop. Oh,. ." I croaked. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Can I sleep with you? Please?" Of course, Sweetie," she softly said.We hadn't slept together since the accident. What had become commonplace between us—sleeping together, not sex—hadn't happened in weeks, and I realized I should probably apologize for that, too, since it was my fault. I didn't say anything, though, as Mom moved me next to the bed. She efficiently stripped us down to our underthings, helped me into bed, and crawled in beside. I turned my head to my right to take a look in the street as I licked the head of his big cock, I saw someone was looking through a window in the house on the other side of the street...A normal person would have panicked, but I was a million miles away from that. My wife was talking to me as I was sucking a dick and eating cum, I didn’t give a fuck.I kept sucking away, deepthroating him, licking his balls, but this time I didn’t stop staring at my voyeur friend even making signs to him at.