The bruising was gone, but the facial stitches would require action. Tracy assured everyone that she planned on some plastic surgery once she got a go...ahead from her new doctor. She also had arrived home with a plaster cast on one arm, a removable prosthetic boot on one foot, and a cane for stability when shuffling around the house.One of the first things she did when home was go to the cemetery where Doug Mayes’ ashes had been interred. It was a sad day for her. She mourned over her close. I agreed it might be awkward for the three of us at first.I cleaned up the house and made the bed with fresh sheets. Nervously I waited for my wife to come home. I think my heart skipped a beat when I heard the garage door open.I greeted her with a kiss at the garage door and grabbed her bags. She was unusually quiet as we walked to the bedroom carrying her bags.“Did you do as my letter instructed?”“Yes, we did. I really didn’t think you were serious. That is why I texted you. Are you okay with. I whispered "Yes," and I groaned deeply as I felt his cock slide steadily and effortlessly into my cunt, not stopping until I felt his balls against my ass.I groaned again, and thrust my hips up to meet him, loving the feel of his huge pole fucking in and out "Fuck me," I whispered.I jumped out of my reverie when I heard a deep cough from in front of me. My uncle's voice cut through my dream like a knife."I'm off to play golf, honey," I heard him say.My eyes shot open and I saw him standing at. The queen and king had returned to sitting on their throne after greeting the three earlier and made no move to leave their seats. Arguably, Issa should be greeted with the same warmth as the rest of Ardt’s family but, while Elva and her youngest and oldest daughter couldn’t hear the conversation, the monarchs seemed to greet Issa and Chugad from their thrones. It seemed to be a warm greeting, if distant.“Somebody probably warned the queen and king,” Bena remarked darkly.“Be nice, Bena,” Elva.