Eventually, he stopped and leaned over to kiss me. His face was so wet with my juices, absolutely soaking, and then I felt his cock pushing inside me....I could barely breathe as I enjoyed how he seemed to fill me both on a sexual and emotional level. He was right — this was definitely the perfect way for us to forget our problems and get over our grief.He fucked me slowly, stroking my face and murmuring words into my ear in his native tongue. That drove me crazy. It sounded like a lullaby and I. We arrived back in Pilsen and pulled up in front of an inn. We went inside and Kevin led me into the café, found a booth where we could sit and talk privately. We both ordered hot chocolate to drink.He slid back against the back of the booth and asked, “So, who tells their story first? Maybe it should be ladies first?” I responded that I would be happy to go first as my story might be shorter than his, based on what I heard at the cemetery.I began to tell him that my coming to Pilsen was a. Enough about what I cannot control; I will tell you all aboutChristmas. It was amazing. My mom, oh how she was in all her glory. Sheloves the house filled with guests. She had the usual guests: her threekids and three grandkids, her daughter-in-law. She also had four morepeople; my man, Bridgette, Stacy and Bridgette's mom.I will say that I also so admire my mom; she was born to be a matriarchof a family.I can only hope that I am half as good as her when I am agrandmother. I thought it would be. “Steph moved away a couple weeks ago.”Perhaps checking to see if he was kidding, Cait’s vivid blue eyes searched his. “What do you mean, moved away? Do you know where?”“Someone adopted her, and she’s gone. I only found out last week.” Saying it out loud made it real. His eyes burned, and he blinked to keep things under control.Caitlin’s mouth dropped open. After visibly collecting herself, she straightened and said, “Who adopted her? Where did she go?”“I don’t know—” The five-minute warning.