She is tired of being sad, tired of not even minding that someone her age should grieve. And in the thin bony box of her head she understands, and acc...pts, the fact that her immense unhappiness is doomed to irrelevance anyway. Why worry? Why yearn toward a dream that is doomed to be unfulfilled? Because it would ease my regret. The woman can’t even express her inner turmoil to others, apart from holding onto a loud, scratchy moan. She does this, on occasion, to no effect. She feels a part of. And I’m OK with it because I love her just as much.”“And Jennifer, too.”“She and I never, ever stopped loving each other, no matter how angry we might have been with each other at any given moment, or how confused either of us was, and in spite of the terrible things we did to each other emotionally. That love is why we kept our relationship the way it has been since she decided to marry Josie.”“And your proposed resumption of sex?”“Would have been a one-time thing. It would have had to be.. “I love you so much. You were so sick...”He hushed me, his fingers in my hair soothing. His lips pressed kisses to my eyes, my nose, even my chin. “I love you too. Always.”The two of us just laid there together, cuddling and kissing, until my bladder became a pressing issue I couldn’t ignore any longer. As I sat up, feeling stiff and a little sore, it became obvious that my discomfort was going to be the least of our worries. Alistair rolled onto his back and attempted to sit up – before. We were cheek to cheek as he started fucking me with abandon. "I can't hold back anymore, sweetheart!!" he cried out as we both then started humping with passionate abandon. And then WOW!!! I mean WOW!!!!!! He let go in the biggest orgasm I had seen yet. "Oh Petey!, Oh honey! oh baby!" he cried out as his hot love juice filled my hungry hole. "Yes, Guy, yes, oh yes, yyeesss!!" I gasped as he pulsed and pulsed into me!! He was GLORIOUS and I told him so. I reveled in his cum that was now.