Stacy walked back slowly towards me. Tears were running down her cheeks. She got to the bar/counter area and stopped. Her arms were folded across he... tummy as if she was cold. She turned and went over and crawled on the bed and laid down. I could hear quietly crying.I got up and went over to her. I sat on the bed, wondering what to say. "I guess I can't imagine what this must be like for you after what he was giving you."As she lay there, I doubt it dawned on her that sentence was coming. "Very appropriate and proper. Aren't you going to ask about your sister?" "No, ma'am. A lawyer must be discreet." "Excellent! My compliments.")We had only a little more baggage than we had when we'd flown west: a few books and the clothes that Rachel had purchased. The bulk of our gifts were slips of pasteboard, representing nine days in Melbourne next November. I'd begun reading Das Rheingold on the airplane. Rachel read Chandler's Semiotics: The Basics.There was a mound of mail awaiting us,. We are just close friends. I kept saying to myself that she is a mother of a child and wife of a dead husband. I should make sure that she doesn’t suffer in future because of me. She asked me what I was thinking about. I didn’t want to discuss that with her. I told her there wasn’t anything. She asked me if she could ask me a question. I told yes. She asked me if had framed any bad opinions about her in my mind. She told me that she felt guilty thinking that I might have thought about her as a. She pressed her lips against my shaven mound, my heart skipped a beat and I felt a moan escape my lips.Just as she had gotten me really hot and ready, she stopped and stood up in front of me. Pressing her body against mine she kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself. I brought my hands to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. As I worked on her bra, she removed her slacks, revealing her hairy mound. She never wore panties. As her breasts were released she pushed against me.