I was joined to my man.The pain subsided and I experienced the sweet agony of my prostate beingcock-scraped 70 times a minute.It was stupefyingly deli...ious.So I came early and often.Mr. Longfellow shot his baby bullets at the seven-minute mark, but hedidn't really go limp. He stayed hard enough to keep fucking me as heregenerated, then fucked me again for 21 more screaming, creamingminutes.I liked being fucked!And I liked Mr. Longfellow. Who was licking up the "leftovers" from myhappily. Making sure that Samira will have something is my way of making it up to her.Afterword One - JeanIt is now three months since Clem died and it is time. Samira and I are going to carry out his last wishes. We have two caskets of ashes, the one has been on a shelf in the sitting room for nearly twenty years, and it is made of walnut and inlaid with ivory befitting Clem's love for Chrissie. The second casket is very plain and utilitarian. This second casket contains Clem's ashes. Samira holds the. We went back and did nothing on that day.On that night we spoke of all the things how she felt whether she liked it or not we did and slept. later after two days as her parents are out for some function she called me and asked me to come to her home.I readily went and parked the bike two blocks away from her home and went to her house she is alone and she welcomed me in and asked me to leave my foot ware inside as someone might see, I hugged her as soon as I entered the house and kissed her. "Beverly watched me digest what she had told me, my picture was on the construction company web site, my classmates had discussed the reason I didn't make it to the five year reunion and it was implied that Jen was to blame. "Did Jen go?" I asked, immediately hating myself.She nodded, smirking and leaning in to share a secret. "She was there, flaunting her marriage, like your brother was the perfect catch. I'm sorry to be so catty, Ben, but that's what we old maids do, whisper behind the pretty.