John, and now you are Mrs. John, too." Wait. What?" Wife. Wife. Wives.". . . "Oh god." You didn't find out too much about the person you were committi...g the rest of your life to, did you." Stop the car." Oh, sweetie, it's going to be okay. Really. We're going to be sisters." Please. Please." No. I can't let you go, honey. John can't let you go. He needs you. I need you. We need you. And I like you."Martha turned away, and started working on hyperventilating."No, not like that. I prefer guys,. Now suck on just the tip...yea honey, just like that...now massage the bottom part with your tongue—umm... Now tell me how much you like to suck Daddies cock...That’s it, just the tip, honey. Just like that...That’s all Daddy wants you to have right now, understand?”“Yes, Daddy. Please let me have more!” I breathlessly whisper, as my heart pounds in overdrive as my lust for you overtakes me...Your eagerness to reach my waiting pussy climbs with my attention to your desires as you feed me more. She would get it. Sexy black shoes that wrapped up her legs and were tied in a bow above her knees. A black spaghetti strap dress that hugged her little hour glass frame tightly. Andrew came up behind her and picked her up with one arm wrapping it around her tiny little waist. She kicked a bit but was no match being only 100 pounds soak and wet and 5 feet tall. Andrew took her into the back storage room and pinned her face first down onto a table. Her hair smelled good like fresh. The most wonderful thing was that, when she came in yesterday to talk about what to expect at today's meeting, she smiled. It wasn't one of those 'I'm completely over my pain' smiles. It was even better. It was an 'I'm really glad to see you' smile. I have to admit that Jill and I have been recovering in parallel. As she works through her pain by focusing on moving forward, I've finally begun to get my head out of my ass over my wife's death and realize that she'd have wanted me to live and.