I tried comforting her the best I could, knowing we weren't going to be together very much longer.The hospital medical staff provided excellent care, ...ut I'm not sure the surgery and chemotherapy were worth it; it seemed they caused as much pain as the tumor, and they only prolonged her life a month or so. In late April, Emily, my wife of 26 years, succumbed to cancer. Tiffany came home for a few days, which helped me a lot--I really needed her support at that time.You don't know loneliness. And as we travelled to new concert halls and recording studios, my friendship with Evelyn developed. We had much in common. We were both married with husbands successful enough to allow us to pursue our hobby. Neither of us had children, Evelyn by choice, I because I couldn’t. We both loved travel, our sense of humour was similar. In breaks between rehearsal and performance, we happily went shopping or sight-seeing together. We became good companions. Evelyn was a petite brunette with an oval. My mouth was still in an ‘O’ shape, my eyes squeezed shut, my imagination overflowing with images of Ms. Wagner making out with me and taking off her shirt. I could barely breathe when I exploded, and couldn’t hold myself back. To this day I hope to God there was no one else in that washroom, because not only did I moan, I said more.“Oh, Ms. Wagner!!!”It took me a full thirty seconds after I came to realize that I had actually said that. After giving a silent prayer that no one else was there,. He was stroking his already hard cock beneath his shorts. I giggled and said, "Baby, haven't you had enough today?" He replied, "I can never have enough of you. But baby, there's one hole I didnt get to fill today." I turned away pretending to be interested in the pile of laundry in front of me, although I knew I wouldn't be able to ignore his invitation for long. I felt Patrick moving around on the bed, he crawled next to me and got on his knees and began stroking his hard cock right in front.