When her orgasm finally overcame her she shrieked and collapsed on my body. I rolled her over onto her side and allowed her to slowly withdraw. She lo...ked at me knowing I hadn't cum yet and begged me to keep going. I rolled her to where her back was to me, pulled her buttocks to my groin, slid my hand down between her legs and could feel her pussy lips still trembling. Wet, swollen, quivering. My cock was still hot and wet from her secretions. Adjusting for best penetration, I slowly slid back. "Why don't you come over?" Sara suggested. Even though her voice, uttering this invitation, suddenly sounded a little odd and stagy to Laura, she clearly meant it. "Come on over here and spend some time with me." I guess I could," Laura said softly. "I'm pretty tired, but it would be great to see you."Sara brightened. "Good! I'll put on a pot of tea. See you in a few minutes."But Laura took her time. She moved as if she were walking under tons of sea water, at the bottom of the ocean, moving in. Those words about a daughter would come back to haunt me someday. I continued to run his business while he attended to Megan. Just as Megan had taken her first steps I was taking mine not depending on alcohol.I felt better than I had for years. My head was clear and I also made time to be with Megan. She had good days and bad days. On Sunday We would walk outside. Megan would use a specially built walker as she had trouble on uneven ground. If she tired I would go get the golf cart Keith had. ’ ‘Oh,’ he spluttered, ‘Cathy, yes right,’ he tried to chuckle, ‘That might take a bit of getting used to. Right,’ he rubbed a hand through the sweat on his forehead, rubbing that hand on his trousers, then with a grin he rubbed his hands together, ‘What can I get you to drink?’ ‘Diet Coke please,’ she said. ‘A little something in it?’ he grinned. ‘Ice and lemon if you have some,’ she smiled in a no nonsense manner. ‘Sure I can’t slip you a Bacardi in there?’ he grinned like an idiot and Cathy.