I told sweet nothing in her ear and touched her hand with my trembling hands. I then touched her face, her chicks, her lips, kissed all over her face.... smelled her breath which was smelling with nice fragrance.I then touched her buttock on top of her panty.I then kissed her buttock.Then it was already morning.My 2nd Day:=========I then did same things quickly and opened her blouse and kissed her breasts.They were tight and shivering with fear of biting. I did bite them.I licked all over her. For the last few weeks she has just hung around the house feeling sorry for herself. As a way of cheering her up my wife decided that we were taking her up into the mountains to a cabin for a week. We were taking more alcohol than food, even though I don’t drink.My mother-in-law took the kids and we were off.Five hours later we were parked outside the cabin, there was snow on the ground in the higher elevations, and so I started a big roaring fire.A few hours later the two women were pretty. “Have you tried joining a club or a meeting of some sort?” Amelia asked. “What did you have in mind Amelia? I like to fish and once in a while go bowling. How many women would you say are into that?” “A few maybe, she replied. “Say, what do you think of this? Get on the Internet and look for cancer survivor meetings. I am positive you wouldn't be the first or the last person who has attended such a meeting!” she said with a smile. “Aren't the people who attend such things like ninety years. I was unable to think about anything but the feeling of Rachel’s soft little body under mine, the grip of her teenage cunt on my cock, her hyperventilating gasps in my ear. It only could have lasted a minute or two before I began spurting inside of that little slut, seemingly endless ropes of cum shooting deep into her womb as she writhed beneath me, fingers clawing my back, legs squeezing me tightly to her as the orgasm that had started when I entered her had never seemed to stop, just kept.