It felt like sand had replaced moisture in my ducts. Grief is exhausting, and crying always made me tired as well as providing the mother of all heada...hes.I fell asleep at some point, sheer exhaustion overtaking me. My mind shut off, like a window blind being pulled down to block out the dark of the night. Self-preservation, I suppose.Anyway, I awoke to Jermaine’s knock on my door. ‘Are you ready for something to eat, Tabitha?’ he asked, tentatively opening the door. ‘I’ve made your favourite,. She dipped a rag into the water bucket and carefully dampened the material over the wound until she could lift it free from his body without pulling at the now softened scab. It took several minutes and a couple of soakings before the two slowly parted. Lou's eyes closed at the soft touch of her hand on one shoulder as she held him, the other gently working at his wound."Oh my Heavens, you're a mess. I'll get some fresh cloth and clean it up a bit. Do you think you can manage to sit here. Beth knew it too, many times she would tell me not to get attached to her ,reminding me she was married and older.. There were tears in both of our eyes when we finished our last romp ,sniffling as we kissed and held each other tight. Even when she walked out the door I vowed we would find time to be alone again . I sat watching her walk naked away, I listened for her to start singing like she used to do to announce her happiness , but there was none. For the next two days I would come home. Her cheeks, her tongue, her entire mouth embraced his softness and clung to it so tightly he thought he would feed her right then. A sly smirk perked the corner of her lips as her tongue wiggled playfully on his underside, and finally she let go of him...A quiet gasp slid from his lips, his eyes opened to slits, then wider as he realized.. The pressure she exerted upon him, the work of her tongue on his sensitive flesh, the exquisitly erotic sensation of being within one's pleasantly cool and.