Hell be sent somewhere else for burial tomorrow. As I removed the hospital gown from his body, I couldnt help but notice his sculpted physique and han...some face. What a shame. I stroked his cheek and – being curious – gently lifted his eyelids open. Glassy emerald eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing. Nobody was watching, so the urge grew until I could restrain myself no longer, and kissed the man on his cold, dry lips. God, how would it have felt to give him a French kiss while he was still. At this age, my cooking skills were pretty much limited to toast and bowls of cereal, maybe the occasional grilled cheese sandwich. Marybeth was a young baking queen, but I left the kitchen pretty much alone, and Mom did almost all of the cooking.Making the burritos was something I picked up in my 40s. They made for a great meal I could make up ahead of time, and I would freeze about half of them and keep a few in the fridge for the next couple of days. However, now I had some explaining to do. She looks like film actress Vidya Balan.Let me go into the story directly. After fucking her for the first time, I was waiting for my second chance to have her in the bed. We have exchanged pleasantries like kisses, hugs from the backside, squeezing, etc but it didn’t last more than 2-3 minutes as we did it with the presence of her husband.Then finally the day I waited for came. It was the marriage function of one of our neighbors in the apartment. That day it was the reception and the marriage. I didn't want to see his expression so I closed my eyes. The scissors closed and I felt the tension of the suit top give out. But the curve of my breasts kept the material in place. I remained frozen. Then I felt what must have been the tip of the scissor brush against the inside of my left breast, pushing the red and white stripped bikini aside. Warm air on my nipple. A second later my right breast was also exposed. I was topless. Outside. And a man was staring at me. The bikini top fell.