Then finally his strokes became more rapid and hard, I knew he was going to cum. I felt a sense of relief that it was going to be over.His dick stoppe... moving inside me, and he tried to lie on my chest but I moved away and so he pulled out and collapsed beside me. He then tried to kiss me, but I quickly got up, picking up my robe from the floor and then left his room in a hurry. I went back into the bathroom to put my blouse and bra back on, and then I slowly walked into my room. My husband was. ‘Cathy please, Mike,’ ‘Sorry Catherine, but Brian…’ ‘Mr Stafford,’ she said, ‘As I said on Monday, Brian is dead, I like people to call me Cathy. You can call me Catherine if you wish MISTER Stafford.’ ‘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,’. Then everything changed and the pulse, if that’s what you would call it, came from across the street.That old man who stood on the wooden box seemed to shake himself, like you would if you stood too still, for too long. He lifted his old raggedy arm and seemed to point to the sky for just a split second. Then everything happened at once.Almost before it started, it was over.Brian thought he must have been knocked out because when he came to, he was in a meadow near a stream.None of it made. "Um ok but why take it off of me." I asked still confused but hoping my instinct was correct."Because I am not sleeping with a wet shirted guy."Now remembering how things always worked my body began to calm down. Normally we slept together because neither of us wanted to go up stairs so we didn't. We normally shared the futon down stairs with now problem until the kids woke up then we were pushed to the far side of the futon. Tonight felt different it felt more like she was sleeping in my arms.