Marilyn Fahey was sitting at her dressing table in the master bedroom. She had just finished showering and was getting ready for the financial subcomm...ttee board meeting that afternoon. She was just about through with her eyeliner when she sat back and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Hummm, she thought. I don't think I look 41 at least not in the face. She rose up and walked over to the full-length mirror in the walk-in closet. At 5 foot nine inches and 134 pounds with long blonde hair. ’ ‘What happened to her?’ ‘She died. Ten years ago.’ He resumed their walk. ‘Oh, don’t be so downcast about it. It was her time — she was sick for a long time. But we had our love story and lived it like it deserved. And when it came time to say goodbye, we couldn’t regret a single moment of it.’ ‘Will you tell me about it sometime?’ ‘Of course. You could learn a thing or two about love. The real, true kind. I’ll tell you this, milady, when you love someone, all that matters is the seconds. His knees bent, legs slightly trembling. I started moving my tongue more along the base of his cock and is passed over my tongue. He lunged forward at my throat hard. I bounced off but kept the head in my mouth his hands still held my head firmly. I ran my tongue all over it. I kissed it. I closed my lips over the whole head and sucked hard. He groaned and pulled me down on it. Up and down. Up and down. Again I used my tongue.“Oh...unghh…here it is…heres my cum…” He frantically pulled me on. I now know that I have no secrets. But I'm okay with it as long as nobody gets jealous or upset." There's more to the story, but she will tell you when she feels the time is right. Just some ideas to share."The day had tried my emotions and I had done no work. What the hell, do a steak. She'll like it. I went to the market and bought a New York Strip large enough for two. We had the potato and salad makings already. I made the salad, washed the potatoes and laid out the hard rolls. I was.