Then one day, I seen her online, she told me: I’m moving! He’s at work and I’m pulling out. Going to her sister’s. I was happy, but kind of sa... at the same times didn’t want her to leave. But I knew she needed to. She said she would keep in touch. It’s been 2 years now. Nothing, I search the newspapers where she lives to see if anything has happened to her. But nothing yet has come up. I want her to be happy. I want her safe. But selfish as I can be. I want her with me to. Now, yes I still go. .. and you should head out the back door. Janey just drove into the driveway.”Steve was trying to put up a defense.“Steve are you out of your mind? No, we won’t work this out.” Susan said in a calm tone of voice.“But Susan, she came on to me and just wouldn’t back off.”“She did, did she?”“Yes,” Steve said trying to sound honest.“What about Renee?”“Renee?” Oh oh.“And Barbara?”“Barbara?” Oh boy.“And Robert?”Steve fell back and dropped into the front porch swing. She knew about Robert.“I know. I drove for about twenty minutes to a spot I knew. It was lonely, but was located on the side of a hill, overlooking a valley that had a river running through it. It was as good a place to spend 'eternal rest', as any. It was also on my land, was very private, and was not easily accessed. It took four-wheel drive, and a lot of patience and slow driving to get there, without bouncing the both of us out of the vehicle.I kept the body (damn! It was hard to think of him as 'the body') buckled into. You could obviously see she was wearing a red bra and I bet she was also wearing red panties. With 1.72m she is as tall as my husband and a bit taller than I am (1.62m), but when you are laying down, length is not an issue anymore I always say. She walked up to me, put her arms around my waist and gave me a hug. Not a normal hug, but a passionate hug with one hand between my shoulder blades and one in my lower back. She put a little pressure and I felt her size D tits touching mines and it felt.