Jack couldn’t bear the thought of losing to something outside his control and did what many successful intelligent people do . . . drank himself stu...id. Angie’s brother Bartholomew was very close with Jack and his visits and discussions were helping them cope with their daughter’s death. Unfortunately for all, he met his own demise fifteen months after Liz. An alcohol induced road rage sent a drunk driver careening over the median strip impacting Bartholomew as he crossed the street, killing. ‘I thought we’d discussed this before’ I said softly. ‘I thought we agreed we’d remove the rings once we arrived. After all, we came here freely. We left our spouses behind in order to be together. We came here to give ourselves to each other. I told you the ring represents someone else’s claim on me. I don’t want that to be a hindrance to what we share or a reminder that our time must come to an end. I came here to give myself to you – completely! I didn’t want the ring to be a reminder that. He loved assholes. He loved looking at them, kissing them, sticking his fingers in them, and most of all cumming in them. We both got really turned on again and spent the rest of the night with his dick up my ass. He fucked my ass standing up in the shower, on the toilet, sitting backwards on a bar stool, and bent over the table. He came in my ass more times than I could count and I had the widest gape I've ever had. I could pull my cheeks apart and feel my asshole widen out so far I thought I. I was ready to explode. “Fuck me in the ass!” she yelled. “Fuck me in the ass!” Her demand was not expected. Gail and I had discussed anal sex, the need to have her well lubricated, and how she had to be comfortable and relaxed in order to accept my shaft in her ass. And, we had discussed why that process took time, particularly for a lady new to anal sex. While she wanted to be fucked in the ass, she was not ready, and I did not have the necessary "tools" at hand. I told her that we had.