She was a sailors wife. The cream of the crop. On a weekend in September of the year of her passing my wife Jean became very ill. Not knowing what was...causing it I rushed her into the emergency room at St. Joseph Hospital, after notifying our family doctor. The evening dragged on for an eternity before the family doctor was able to inform me that after examination and a lot of testing it had been determined that my wife had internal problems and was even now being prepped for exploratory. Rest of our lives we can see all this, and enjoy. You can also keep a copy. They adjusted the angle of videocamera now. One guy who knew well was called and asked to shoot from all possible angles. I was secretly thrilled, anticipating watching the whole episode later, along with these guys at their lonavala house. I was also going mad with lust. Please i said. Please what? He asked. Please fuck me……i said. Listen guys she is askig for fucking, this is your lesson. Go slow so slow that the girl. ..didn't I?!?......and you didn't objectso that is the way it is." Then taking another sip of her coffee."But Cherry, I didn't think you meant......" No you didn't think...did you," she cut him off. This Cherry wasdifferent from his wife, this Cherry was more confident, and waschallenging him. She had sounded so kind and supportive earlier."Cherry, I need my underwear.....at least I need some to wear to work.Which reminds me, you said earlier that you would help me?" One thing at a time. Now,. Saying this I held her hand drew her close and gave a tight hug to her. She smelled of sweat but at that point nothing seemed to matter. She tried to set herself free from my grip but I held her firm. Realizing she can’t wrestle her way out she requested “Please leave me, it is not correct, I am married”I did not pay any heed to it. I could feel her lovely breasts against my chest. Slowly her resistance to me died down and felt her arms also behind my back and I understood she is giving in. I.