Matt O'Connell died ... let him rest. Find your own happiness.MattI remembered sitting in a quiet room in that giant hospital typing those words ... m... soul blackened by its recent brush with death, I had no room for forgiveness or kind words. Somehow I just wanted to communicate the pain I was feeling.I looked at the letter. I wished Jessica had burned it. It was a eulogy for Matt O'Connell and for the love we once shared. It seemed so long ago.Suddenly I felt tired. It was as if the weariness. So, tell me everything that'sbeen happening to you."The two women talked, catching up on Alison's house visit over theircoffees. The care worker had been very kind, she said, and her and themidwife had talked for some time about Molly. They had agreed that theywould visit again in a few months time, and they were happy that Alisonwas coping. They talked about Alison's ex, the father, and how hewasn't returning her calls. They talked for an hour before Alisonbrought up what she wanted to. We were done he hopped in and i took off to his destination. as i was driving we were talking about social stuff and i made him comfortable to talk about whatever he wanted and things changed to jokes about each other and so on. through the conversation i wanted to manipulate him and seduce him in to showing his cock. i was talking and i told him, man dont tell me you people dont have sex i mean seriously come on! he said no we dont we have to live with it, i mumbled well u have ur partners in. . That’s it...” Her hand started to shiver as she reached down to take a hold of his cock, which, not surprisingly, still wasn’t very big, but it was hard, really hard, and she could feel it throbbing when she finally was able to put it between her fingers, helping it find it’s way to her cunt. “There...” she said, placing both her hands on his tiny butt as she’d managed to put his cock to where it belonged... in her cunt... making him do small thrusts, pushing his cock in and out of her wet.