‘I’m forty-seven.’ I do some quick math in my head. Forty-seven minus thirty-three. That’s fourteen years. If our birthdays fell on the calend...r right, it might only be thirteen years different. That’s not so much, I think. ‘Our age difference won’t be a problem,’ he says and for some reason I put it out of my head. I recover. ‘You were married, then. Divorced?’ ‘No, widowed. A form of brain cancer took Helen.’ ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘Don’t be. We had a good life together. I only wished I enjoyed it. As Robert prepared the tranquilizer, Darla looked at him with tears streaking down her cheeks and started to speak, but before she could say anything, Robert kissed her and then said, ‘ It is not goodbye, for I know that we WILL see each other again for it is destiny.’ He then pricked Darla’s left arm with the syringe, and held her steadily in his arms, as they kissed deeply, one last time, until finally her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed in his arms. Robert then picked up. Plus, I was still inlove, still thinking only about HER…bla, bla, bla. You know how that is. And most of all, anyone of you who are reading this, straight guys, lesbians or bi, wouldn`t want in a million years a girlfriend, fiancee or wife like her. Don`t want to get in more details about that, you`ll just have to trust me.I was relieved when I realised that she had other plans with me. At a time she increased her stake and started to rub my foot under the table, slowly, nice and smooth, higher. Mom's eyes were locked on the point of my dick, and she watched with rapt attention as I touched the tip to Sam's wet slit. Sam held her butt perfectly still and high in the air as I slowly pushed past her lips and felt around for her opening."Getting a good view, Aunt Liz?" Sam asked."Fuck yes, and it looks like it feels good." Oh, it does, Mom," I said, sliding the first inch of my dick into Sam's pussy. She was slick, but so tight it was slow going. As I pushed forward, my dick bent a little.