” Misty looked at him in shock. Then in fear. Then in anger. Finally in disbelief. She leaned down and pecked him on the lips once, the same way she...had the night before. But she couldn’t pull back before Ash grabbed the back of her head and pulled her lips to his again, kissing her tenderly. His hands stayed where they were, one in her hair and the other on her waist. It was exactly the way she wanted it. He kissed her a little harder and she threw herself at him; all of her passion was pushed. She headed down the hall to his room, got a clean plastic urinal jar, and stood next to the bed.“So, you need to pee?” she asked. “Let’s get these covers down.”She pulled the bedcovers back, and untied the side of his gown.“Okay, let’s have a look, shall we?” she said, pulling his gown open.With one hand, she guided his prick into the top opening of the jar, holding the handle securely with the other. After some twenty seconds, with no results, she took the jar away.“Do you need some assistance. I strengthened my resolve a little, and got up again. I went to my bar, and opened that bottle of Louis XI Cognac you bought me, back when we could afford it. I kept saving it for the right occasion for us to share it.I guess we won't share it, huh? We never found the occasion. It never had occurred to me that you entering my life made every day an occasion. Not until it was too late. So on the final occasion, I poured myself a glass, in memory of you.I savored that first glass, enjoying the. The two folk ladies that played before us were there also. These two ladies looked like "Dr. Laura" if you know who she is. Their names were Beth and Kate. They were not bad looking for their age but still old enough to be our mother. The next day, Saturday, those ladies played with us and it was a big hit. We played several sets during the day and then late into the night. After everything was over we all sat around picking and drinking and talking. Beth and Kate were drinking wine coolers and.