.. with shoulder length hair and a stunning set of tits (perhaps 38d's). She was thick but toned and had that "come hither" look in her eyes. We excha...ged glances and smiles. I knew instinctively that I shouldn’t mince words. I straight-up asked her how she liked to be fucked."Like a whore," was her terse reply.I needed no more prodding. I gently took her hand and led her into a private room. Closed the door and took my pants off. Within seconds of my trousers hitting the floor this slut was on. " Love you too, Son."With that said, I was alone again with just my thoughts and sorrows. I finally got up from the recliner, and went around, closing up the house. Then I went upstairs to see if I could sleep without dreaming or crying.Sleep didn't come easy. I kept seeing that same movie run behind my eyes. It was the same one, as I reminisced about my life with Karen. I think that sleep finally claimed me before I saw the ending that I abhorred.TGIF. Yep it sure is a great Friday. It's not. Finally successful, she took a drag before turning back to regard me. I was still standing there dumbly, franticly trying to think of something to say. She snapped me out of my reverie. ‘What was your name again?’ ‘Kyle. Yours?’ I replied, holding out my hand. ‘Jess,’ she responded as she clasped my hand in her own. Soft skin, but a firm grip. Deciding that discretion is the better part of valor, I decided a strategic retreat was in order. I needed to get away and pull myself together.. "You all have two strips of cardboard, one green and the other red. If you think this is OK for prime time, hold up your green card now.A sea of green, enough to gladden the heart of any Irishman, flowed into the seats."Thank you. Now, if you don't want this on prime time, hold up the red card now."Not a hand went up, aside from two 6-year-olds sword-duelling with their green cards.One of the cousins yelled out, "Hey, Tanya, why you not holding your red card up?"She yelled back to everyone's.