"No, you guys have been wonderful."The week after McKayla died was one big blank spot in my life with only a couple of memories in between. Maureen sa...d I handled everything well. In truth, there wasn't much I had to do.Before she died, my wife had pretty much planned out her memorial service and had made all the arrangements. I think she knew there were so many things that were out of her hands, she wanted to take control of the things she could.All of our family came in. Most had been in. I know, I know, I must have been a bottle baby, because I have a thing about beautiful breasts, and Julie's were prize winners.We never got sexual, but I know we've talked about guys and girls. I also remember never having seen her with anyone very often, but considering how private a person she was, I wasn't too surprised. Wracking my brain, I could only remember one time I saw her leaving on a date. The guy wasn't impressive enough to remember, but Julie was! I dreamed about making love with. I could do it if I had to, but I did not look forward to the opportunity to do so.The squad all reached the trench without giving the alarm, and I'll bet that everybody else was a relieved as I was over that fact. The sergeant had told us to reset the safety on our shotguns as soon as we got to a standing position in the trench. We didn't know when we might have to shoot, and we needed to be ready. On the other hand, woe betide the man who fired his shotgun unnecessarily. The sergeant. Since Vivian was keeping her legs parted for me, I decided to take my finger and go around her hard clit. At the same time, my other hand reached over to her breasts, and my fingers played with one of her nipples. Now Vivian was making good moaning sounds and was breathing heavily.“Spread your legs a little more!” I commanded her.“Yes, sir.” Next I parted her pussy lips and first inserted one finger and then both of my fingers. Meanwhile, my other hand was going between her two breasts,.