She asked, “Are you OK?” I told her I was OK but surprised and in no way mad.She said after showing them the website they said they could help and...that they’ve played these kind of games before. I told her, “Honey you got fucked!” She said she was so wet it was almost embarrassing. I said to her, “Oh my god honey you ate pussy?” She told me she couldn’t help herself and that they made her feel so comfortable and there was no pressure. I had a hard on that couldn’t be hidden and she saw it. “I. .. it is winter after all. Amy was wearing a short skirt and a sweater. I was definitely affected by that sight and instantly started cursing myself for not wearing any underwear.We headed down to the cafeteria to grab breakfast and sit with our friends. You know, the usual routine so to speak. After standing in line we found our friends at our usual corner table. The problem was there was only one seat left. There was a serious shortage of seating and we did arrive at rush hour so to. Was I to ignore the feeling?She pulled me to the bed and slid my body onto hers, her soft skin feltlike velvet against my hard sun beaten skin. My nipples touching herbreasts the hard nipples entering my mouth, she moaned with excitementarching her back against my stomach. I held her closer to keep fromfalling off the top of her body. I licked, suckled and loved thosenipples as if they were my lifeblood, the first taste of life I havetaken as a newborn babe.I slid one hand to her thigh and ran. Promising her that I would be as quick as I could, she went off to bed smiling. Although she wanted me to be quick, I couldn’t help taking a while to reflect on the events of the weekend, picking up a photo of Jane from the bookcase in the living room. I looked at the smiling face and thanked her for letting me go and in many ways guiding me spiritually through the last couple of years. I almost heard her telling me that it was me, that rescued myself from my own grief, but I knew that it was.