Marisa walked her back to the service area to wait for her car. Brooke's ears burned from the blush caused from the fear every man on the premises kne... what happened. They didn't but the wait for her vehicle dragged on forever in her mind. When she was handed her keys she opened her bag to pay before remembering it was free for her; almost. She went to the salon and redeemed the coupon Marisa had given her. As her pussy was painfully made baby smooth she wrapped her mind around the predicament. "What about you?"Sudden tears showed in her eyes. "Widowed." Her voice was low, and full of pain."I'm so sorry..." I began; she stopped me with her hand on my arm."It was three years ago; he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. On his way to work in a hotel, when a car bomb went off outside, just as he was going in. He was a chef—such a bloody waste." The tone of her voice had been angry, but that last remark was deep, corroding, sorrow.I couldn't help myself. I sat down next to her on the. I could see some were disappointed because they didn't get to go. Others were excited because they were going. Still I noted that everyone was supportive of each other. They broke off into several smaller groups, mixed between travelers and those remaining behind. I called Shanana over to me. She came up to me and put her arms around me. She snuggled into me. Her nipples were hard, as if she had been thinking about sex. I could smell her musk, too. I kissed her on her forehead and told her I. I had planned to throw a victory party for John with my dad, Kim and myself. However, the plan fell through as Johns team had lost that game. My dad fixed up Johns shoulder as best as he could and had told us that if it did not get better in a few hours he was going to take him to the hospital. I had lain down with John in his bedroom for a while. I left him sleep as I went out into the living room to see what Kim and my dad were doing. I stopped right before I got into the room and saw that.