He still thought about his wife and his loss and missed her terribly. Another year passed and during that year he concentrated on the landscaping. He...decided what he wanted and did all the work himself with suggestions from the local nursery. He put in a small vegetable garden a reasonable distance from the deck. The deck was large and contained pot after pot of flowers and ferns, one of his favorite plants being Viola tricolor, Johnny-Jump-Up. Wisteria Floribunda laced through the latticework. He "tsk-tsk-tskd" at me and said "Not yet". Once his tops were off he readjusted himself and his cock sprang over to his hip, and looked at least 4" thick. .He moved closer to me and held my neck, giving me a kiss I'll never forget. Slow, soft, full of promise. We shared a moment there, just two people making out, pure and true. We kissed like that for a while. Our dicks started rubbing together. My hands fell down his back to his muscular ass. His taught, firm, muscular ass.. *I work out!..*. To my shockshe had arrayed a series of dildo's and other devices I wasn't familiarwith. She let her hand glide over the dildos and she selected one. Itwasn't very big, but it was long longer than anything I'd ever seen.She came at me with a wicked smile."One more time Miss Jones. What did she say to you?" As she was askingme she let the dildo slide over my face and chin."I told you already," I said again.She then took the dildo and inserted it into my vagina and I gasped atthe feeling of it. . At this point, though, I'm still not convinced that Sandy's ok with it. I just haven't been able to wrap my head around it yet. Are you doing anything after work today?" No, I don't have anything planned." How about stopping by Sandy's house on your way home. I'll be there, and the three of us can talk it over and make sure we're all on the same page. Ok?" Sure, Tim. Sounds good." Ok. Just one other thing. I need to convince myself that Sandy's ok with this. So, when we're talking, go along.