I'm going to need all of you to give me your best curtsy!" Thethree former men looked at each other with a confused look. Angelacouldn't tell if they ...ere too embarrassed or they simply didn'tunderstand what she wanted them to do. She quickly typed "curtsy" intothe dictionary application of her phone and gleefully read thedefinition aloud for them."Curtsy, noun. A formal gesture of greeting and respect made by women inwhich the knees are bent, the head slightly bowed, and the skirt. Since April 12th, my father had steadfastly refused all nourishment, including a feeding tube. Now, in the final hours of May 1st, death was imminent. The Hospice nurse had come and come, leaving me her cell phone number ‘just in case.’ I tried to read a book and block out the shadow of what was once my father. It was painful to look at him, the beet red face aching for oxygen, the shriveled arms, the protruding ribs. He probably was no more than 100 pounds, yet at one time was a strapping 6. She acknowledged having seen the finished product and commented that she and her husband also enjoyed bringing a camera into their bedroom. They had a friendly discussion and Karen mentioned that if Sally was ever interested in professional nudes, she'd be more than happy to oblige.Sally, at forty-three, was still a slender, wholesome, attractive woman. She had red hair and her normally perky breasts have gotten bigger as she aged. Long legs, a firm behind and pretty strawberry blonde pubes. "I'll let you,but only if you show me your dick again."She jumped up and ran over to the bed. "Let's move this over by the fire. It's still really chilly in here."Chilly? I hadn't noticed. Hell! I thought it was getting hot! In fact,I was beginning to sweat!I heard Lynn's gasp when I stood up and she saw my hard cock jutting out in front of my groin. Like me,it was actually the first time she could remember seeing the genetalia of the opposite sex.I shoved the cot as close as I dared next to.