She wanted to ask him what he meant, but she just couldn’t. He told her she had pretty little tits and then when she slipped off the final article, ...er tiny thong, Clyde said”that bush will have to go. 26Things are going well for getting a place here, but the only person working here who is allowed pubic hair is me. Anyway, come on in.”It was not a large room. There was a canvas, film director style chair and a long, flat leather upholstered exercise bench on castors. A large, high definition. She pulled the bottom over her head. She tossed it on the floor. She then pulled her white shirt over her head. She dropped her shirt on the floor. She had two large breast that were super sized in her tight white bra. The bra had two big cups and the top was about ready to exploded from her flesh. She was definitely hiding a nice big pair. She had some nice love handles, hanging over her white shorts. She unzipped her small white shorts. She let them fall around her ankles. She had no hair on. My eyes rolled back, I cried out loud, then I started to chant his name. A chorus of moans were filling the room, while both of us gasped for air. That moment alone is hard to describe for my mind is constantly spinning. His youthful cock was throbbing hard, and stuffed so deep inside. "Jesus Michael " I whispered fast, then I rocked my hips with pride. When he started to grind I raised my legs, surrendering all control. Then he held my shoulder so I couldn't move, while he measured his Mothers. I opened the front door.No fucking newspaper.I wanted to scream out...”Typical!”Then the memory kicked in and I had to sit down for a moment and let my tears flow in private because everybody knows real men don’t cry.Today was the funeral.Today was the day I would bury my beloved Julie. I knew what was in the coffin. It was the bits and pieces of what had been a beautiful young woman in the prime of her life. My young bride had been wiped off the game-board of life by a bomb meant specifically.