After we got home I got my tool box and began work on the sink. Once I crawled underneath I had Kristen hand me tools. She had to lean over me to hand...them to me and she was right at my crotch and seemed to bump my thigh and mid-section more than need be. I couldnt believe it but was glad I was this close. Her smell of sweat from sunbathing mixed with sun-tan lotion was intoxicating. I had on a pair of elastic waist gym shorts with just a liner and no underwear so the outline of my now flaccid. Call me an old fashioned romantic but…“Oh my god!” I exclaimed when Jen briskly leaned down on the bed and took my needy cock in her mouth. “I assure you, darling,” she said in between lovingly suckling my stiff member, making it feel like all the pleasures of the world had concentrated into a single place, “God has nothing to do with this.”All I could do for a while was stroke her hair, her back, and breath in the air in grateful deep breaths, happy to be alive in this way.“Hey,” I said, at. Her heart leapt and her mind raced. “It’s your Uncle Vinny. Open up.” She looked down at her hard nipples peeking through her cotton dress that barely covered her fat ass. As she crossed the room to let him in, while he again pounded on the door, she found herself smiling and getting wetter. “Welcome to chez Em. Can I get you a glass of wine?” she began as she opened the door. Vinny pushed past her into the apartment, clearly upset. “Let’s start with two shots of whisky. It’s been a fucking. He totally had me anytime he wanted me, after that. I thought about it all day every day. I couldnt get it out of my mind. I still cant, she told me quite embarrassedly. She said It had been the best sex shed ever had. Looking into my eyes, she then told me it was over between her and Walt, or anybody else but me for the rest of her life. She was my wife and would always be so. The next two days were just as itd always been between us. All tension and apprehension had immediately vanished, but.