I motioned to the Spanish guy to get up and passed her to him and he did the same. We passed her between us for a while before I undid the zip on her...dress and pulled it off her as I passed her to him. I undid her bra as he felt her arse, hands inside her pants and as soon as his hands found her big tits I pulled her knickers off. We had a good feel of her before dragging her into the bedroom. He got his head between her legs, licking her cunt as I sucked her tits. He made her cum and then. Molly Dean reminded me of Gracie. What is really sad about my split from Grace was that there was no real reason for it. Little things and a lack of effort on my part caused our marriage to die the ‘death of a thousand cuts’.In honor of Grace, I sang Melosa some sad sack country tearjerkers. I don’t think she liked them nearly as much as she did the Motown numbers I’d been hooting in her ear.We arrived at the grand old mission church in San Elizario about fifteen minutes before Mass. I was. I want to see whats so entertaining. And why has Sarah turned on the engines?, she chuckled and went inside. I continued across the deck to where Kathy was standing, looking out across the dark bay, her dress and shirt blowing in the wind. I lent on the rail beside her and she jumped in surprise and then laughed. Sorry, I was just thinking, she smiled. About what? I asked but scrunched my eyes for a second at the sound of myself slurring my words. Kathy noticed and chortled. Its that damn. .. she's just a friend."Mom had a look that was skeptical, but something more than that. We shared a long look that was a bit uncomfortable. She looked a bit ... just a tiny bit, jealous. "Don't be jealous of Marianne." Jealous?!!" she countered, genuinely surprised. "Jealous? I'm not jealous" She looked to be rolling the thought over in her head. "Am I?" she quietly added, almost to herself."Are you?" I finally, gently asked her. She continued to ponder."Maybe?" She said in a tiny voice. "Just.