Or “foreplay” as she likes to call it.After both suffering from depression for a while, me and the missus were going to commit suicide together ye...terday.Strangely enough, however, once she killed herself I started to feel a lot better.So I thought - sod it, I’ll soldier on.I woke up this morning at 8 and could sense something was wrong.I got downstairs and found the wife face down on the kitchen floor, not breathing!I panicked. I didn’t know what to do.Then I remembered the local cafe serves. ..By now his hand had travelled further between my legs,and was slowly rubbing my very damp pussy ,through my lace panties. His bulge was now considerable, I had started to unzip his flys, and put my hand into his pants, feeling his lovely hard cock, I pulled it free, and started to pull his cock up and down, nice and slowly, he said to me if you carry on like that i'm going to cum, well I didn't want to waste it over my hand, I wanted it down my throat ! he said how about we leave, before we. ’ ‘You carried me up here?’ ‘Are you just going to repeat everything I say? Babe, you really need to get some rest. Back to bed, now.’ I didn’t move, the previous day’s events streaming back to me like a clip show on fast forward. The operation, the conversations I’d had with Sarah, with Daniel, with my mother. With Luke… ‘You’re not going to do as you’re told, are you?’ he said at last, sounding resigned. I hesitated, playing for time. ‘I need the loo.’ ‘Of course you do.’ He sighed. ‘Okay.. But then I heard her opening the door andsaying hello to whoever was there. I kept busy where I was, rewashingsome silverware, for fear that I might be faulted for not doing a goodenough job the first time. The sounds of more arrivals reached my alertears. No, no, no. Why was it so many women? And what if there were menthere? My heart seemed to miss a beat. For a third time the door openedand closed. That was when my wife called out merrily to me."Charlene, dear, come and let everyone.