He broke off and whispered, ‘Ready for the cherry popper?’ I nodded, very bravely I thought. My head swam, it was him, Anthony. My perfect Anthony... My baby-sky-blue eyes, my tan dark skin, my muscle pumped Anthony was going to enter my virgin body and take what can’t be brought back. He plunged in and I didn’t feel anything. I was drunk still, I guess. He pumped slowly in and out, slowly because as he cursed beautifully how tight I was, he became faster and faster. I finally couldn’t take it. The driver opens the door to our car, and Tony and I walk arm in arm to the large crowd at the top if the hill - the chosen site for my husband Jason's grave. It is a somber scene and tears come easily to my eyes.I look exquisite in my long black dress with the lace veil hiding most of my features.It is the end of another chapter in my life. The man who had been my husband had been a good provider. Our relationship was agreed upon in the opening weeks, and for the next twenty years both of us. That is a portable hospital bed and the head was elevated, so my breasts were just about at the same level as his face. As I continued stroking Dad’s big cock, he started breathing heavily, so I knew that he must be close to ejaculating. I aimed his cock up towards his belly and chest and increased the speed of my strokes.Just as his cock began to pulse and throb and I felt his first spurt of cum flow through his cock, he quickly swung his head to the side of the bed and sucked my shirt-covered. I had volunteered for this one because I knew Louie years before and despised him. It was interesting how connected the world was sometimes. There had been a chance that I would never regain my memories but I was willing to take it. Some people needed killing after all.The doctor had been timing the session and from the corner of my eye I saw him reach over and flip the machine off. The pain immediately ceased but my disorientation continued for several minutes as my brain struggled to adapt..
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