My nipples were hard under my corset. Celia licked my panties again, this time harder. I could feel her hot breath on my cunt. She was looking up at m... all the time. I moaned. Celia sprung away from me. She stood up, turned around smartly, and with one last triumphant look, she left the room. As she shut the door on me, I realised that the song had finished. I called Celia, but my voice rang out naively in the silence, and there was no reply. My lust quickly changed to fury. Shed left me tied. " She looked around, there were boats out but none close to us. She removed her top. I offered to help with her bra. I like helping to remove a woman's bra. It gives me a chance to peek at the tag to see what size tits they have. She told me I could. I unsnapped he bra and peeked. Was I ever wrong. Much to my delight , she was a 34 DD. Large breasts with areolas bigger than silver dollars! She sat down and we chatted. I had all I could do not to stare at her breasts. We got out farther and I. Suddenly, “Excuse me, pardon me.” God she hated latecomers and they always felt the need to sit next to her. She turned and as he slipped past the old lady he nearly fell and bumped her. “Oh I am deeply sorry.” Came the deepest voice she had ever heard. She turned and was staring into the most soulful and sexy eyes she had ever seen, deep dark brown almost black. That matched his very dark smooth black skin. He was very tall, shaved head and warm smile. “Please forgive me I am so clumsy.” He. So I waited for hours, worrying and just being scared for the woman I’d lived with and learned to love for such a large part of my life. Finally the doctor and the surgeon who’d performed the operation met me in the waiting room to drop the bombshell: my wife had ovarian cancer. They’d been able to surgically remove most of it but it had spread to her lower bowel and they’d had to perform a bowel resection. He glumly informed me that they’d not been successful in completely removing all of the.