Her expression was serious. "We're husband and wife. He can tell you how I'm NOT your standard fourteen year old girl. If you want to listen. He's ......We're your family, you know."Tootie popped in. "I thought Mike's dressing was going to be the toughest thing to digest today. Cindy, darlin', you ARE family. And just another of the events in my brother's life. I want you here."Mike said, "Yeah, me too. We might talk bad about him. But not you."Sheila and Jerry were standing off to the side of. He began to tease my outer lips by moving his fingertips slightly over them. Every touch send shivers through my whole body and soon I started to moan. His finger got deeper between my lips and then he started to tickle my clit. I wanted more, far more and I got. He lowered his head kissed my slit in a very smooth way while his tongue moved between my lips. Licking slowly up and down my cunt my moaning increased. Soon after that he concentrated his lickings at my love knob and drew circles. “So are you on spring break,” I casually inquired after Chris introduced his daughter.“Yes,” she replied.“So… what grade are you in?” I asked.“Freshman in college” she replied.“What are you studying?”“Nursing,” she replied.“Great career choice,” I said.The conversation was a light one and casual.“Check you later,” I casually remarked said as they started to leave the office. “It was great to meet ya.”“It was great to meet you as well,” she replied proffering another pronounced wink in my. It had been easy to screen out the troubling questions when he was alive. She was an upstanding contributing member of the church, a wife and a mother. Why had Don's death changed everything so much? She was still all of those things—except a wife. Why did being a widow pull at the fabric of her self concept like tugging a loose thread on a knitted sweater. A thread that once pulled would unravel the whole thing.She could have drawn them out into the light, these perplexing issues. She could.