“Damn, I can’t believe I’m telling you all of this. I hope you don’t think I’m some sort of pervert!”I smiled and replied, “Of course n...t David! Actually, as you may have noticed I think it’s really hot what you are sharing with me. You know, it’s too bad you never told her what you really wanted.”David frowned. “Yeah right. How could I ever tell her Yianna? She would have gone running to mom and told her everything. S much as I dreamed about it, I never really seriously thought that she. I know what YOU say. This is just me, okay?" Okay, if that's what you want." Dave, I wanted Pat. You and Lita, I wanted, too. I still want all that. Just..." I know. I miss Pat, too. Every day." I saw moisture rise in her eyes, held her close. "Forward, angel. We need to look forward." I know. Still hits me, though," she said, forcing a smile."Me too, baby." That gets a hug. Yes, the month or so since Pat's death is the longest I've ever gone without seeing her, and she's been my sister. Again she bucked and writhed under his touch, begging him to eat her pussy. He felt the shudder go through her body as she orgasmed, collapsing against the sandy shore. He rolled her over on her back, spreading her legs and spreading the lips of her pussy. He slid the length of his cock between her lips, gathering her moisture on his tip and eliciting a groan for her as he teased her. She begged him to slam his cock back inside of her, to join them together again, her voice husky with desire. I also told her that she does not drink often but likes wine. He told my wife what he wanted her to wear, exactly how to wear her long blonde hair for him, and he told her to be sure to wear her wedding ring. My wife had three days to prepare and wait for her “date” with Michael. That is all that I would learn about the events and preparation for their future encounter. I sat in my hotel room anxious beyond description. I was truly powerless. I could do nothing to help my wife through this mess.