‘Ah yes, but what must I do. Put in drawer and forget past years, no I not forget, and you too I think.’ No I don’t forget those years,’ I rep...ied. This led on to talk of our late partners, the grief we experienced at their loss, and the loneliness that came with that grief. She said, ‘I hear that many men not eat properly when they lose wife, you cook?’ I grinned and said, ‘Well, after a fashion. In fact I’d better be going because I’ve got to get my evening meal ready.’ With considerable. ’ Her indignant air was rendered mock by the way her hand covered mine and squeezed it. It was with a great deal of reluctance that I set off for home after breakfast. Emily had work to do before Monday’s trials and tribulations and she needed to get it done. I went home and did some perfunctory housework before taking a glass of wine into the garden and sitting in the warm sun, dress hitched up over my legs and contemplating the events of the night and early morning. I remembered myself. While trying to open, I could feel the wetness on her pussy. I went down, kissing her boobies, cleavage and her navel.I then reached her trousers and unbuttoned it and started to pull down, making sure I pull out only the trouser and not the pantie (because I love teasing and getting teased).My friend was wearing a cream colour strapped pantie. I started to kiss her thighs; those were thunderous thighs. I was running my hands all across her legs and kissing and licking those thighs. Her moans. "Say it," I ordered her, now once more using my powers for good."I can't quit fucking around. I wish that I could. I really do, because then he could trust me, but I have this need to fuck men ... and women. I'm a slut. I'll be the first to admit it, that I am a complete, absolute slut. That's why I hit on you when I was pregnant that one time, even though you denied me. I could tell that you wanted to fuck me, but that your honor kept you from cuckolding Carl."I wish that I were that.