That one we will have to sort out of the next couple of days, but for now, welcome to my home.’ We shook hands, although I was a bit unsure of how I...was supposed to react to the man that my wife had married after I ‘died’. Amy was still crying, and neither Paul nor I, as best as I could tell, was comfortable with trying to comfort her. Finally Paul said, ‘As far as I can figure out, this is really Amy’s decision. That makes it really rough on her, but with either one of us here that is going to. .uhh...." was the onyl response coming out of my mouth at themoment."I knew it. You enjoyed it. You really are a slut!! Well theres more tocome. This was just the highlight sweetheart. Why dont you go take ashower and get ready in your male clothes while I go get changed myself.Then we'll head off to dinner" she said.As she left to go and get ready, I could only watch her as she swayedwith the fake dick moving towards one of the bedrooms to go and getready. I moved towards the bathroom and saw. She immediately gave me that look andI knew it was on. She knew I’d be watching her andlooking at how the two of them interact. She went up totalk to him wearing this beautiful fuzzy blue angorasweater and black leggings. I could see her flirting with him and that excited me.She decided to wear the blue fuzzy angora sweater (Iposted photos of her under the gallery section 9-28-08under fuzzysweaterman at www.fetishpix.org.) becauseshe knows how much I love her in that sweater. We hadgotten. I could smell her sweet womanhood and I couldn't even believe how wet she was. I started kissing her ass cheeks and I slowly reached my hands around her ass and cupped her mound. She started to moan and squirm. I slowly began to rub my index finger from the base of her slit to the top, applying just enough pressure to feel how wet she was. When my finger brushed against her clitoris Mrs.Quirin arched her back in pleasure and started to moan. I slowly inserted one finger into Mrs.Quirin's pussy,.