Downstairs I could hear their laughter and conversation. Slowly I crept down the stairs and stood for a moment poised at the door to collect myself. W...th a rush of adrenaline I entered the room to be greeted by a welcoming cheer. I stood for several moments soaking up the atmosphere, taking in every detail of the room and my reception. Remembering how I had stood on this spot just a few hours ago trying to imagine this very moment.In the middle of the room lay the duvet I had prepared earlier. He was a man whose body was clearly ruined if not his spirit. He didn’t seem as depressed as his Abigail had indicated. Of course he was among fellow warriors for the most part here in the VFW “party” room.He made his way to the man. This would be a test for sure, thought Gregory Williams.“Hello Sam, I hear you’ve been getting a lot of visitors,” he said coming up to him from behind. The wheelchair spun around at the sound of the familiar voice.“Greg! Greg Williams,” I said. “Uh-yes, a few.” I. Swallow it all down, just like last night. You go ahead and have a nice suck while I explain a few things." Debbie simply reeled, bathing in lust and sensation."Everything single thing you just described is real, Debbie. 100% real. Every last fucked up, hallucinatory, fever-sweat detail of it. I really did take control of you last night, I really do have something very much like a cock to play with now, and last night I really did fuck you senseless with it. And very soon, you are really going. . I had fallen in love with her. Me... a faithful husband, loving only one woman in all these years, had fallen for another woman as my wife died. A woman that was or at least had been, a professional... escort.After the service we all went to the house and tons of people came by paying their last respects. I was in the process of getting rather well oiled; drinking scotch like it was water. My oldest son was keeping an eye on me, and once in an while he'd slip up beside Samantha and they would.