Every session was weekly and took a couple of hours. He would sit me down in a comfortable reclining chair, not unlike the one at a dentist's office. ...he chair had a screen in front. He'd start by putting a nasal canula on me and having me watch abstract patterns on the screen. I'm not sure what happened next, but inevitably I'd come back to my senses looking at a blank screen. Sometimes my clothing would feel disheveled as if I had been undressed and re-dressed. But oftentimes, I would notice. Now I had enough room to slide back but still keep some distance from touching her.We all sat like that for a bit, eyes closed enjoying the swirling water, but me sitting still with a huge boner. I was about to erupt from just that brief contact, I was that horny.I was horny because it had been several months since my wife died in a flaming car wreck caused, of course, by a drunk driver. He had a blood alcohol level of 1.8 and 4 previous DUI's but still drove, suspended license be damned. As. Maybe show a little more leg.... move a bit more slowly when crossing her legs in public. She would let herself sit in a booth at a bar or restaurant and look for the eyes of men glancing her way. That's when the show got good! When we got to that stage I noticed that the dresses she wore out and the panties she snugged to her pussy were more sensual than ever. She would let me watch her get dressed so I knew exactly what those guys were looking at. The benefits to me were that instead of. I asked her to leave me (knowing that she won’t, because she too wants that one last fuck).I went into my room and lighted up a cigar, she did the same. I was completely ignoring to what she was saying and watching tv. Meanwhile she was trying to touch me here and there to grab her attention . Me being adamant ignored for as much as I can. Finally she went swicthed off the tv and tryin to grab my attention, she jumped over as she used to when we were dating. Then she hugged me lying over me and.