Square-toed loafers in beige matched the little coach handbag tucked next to her. She hadn’t let go of Abigail’s hand. ‘How did you meet my gran...son?’ she suddenly asked, looking at Abigail. Abigail swallowed before answering. ‘At Ariel’s house.’ ‘I wanted her for myself, but she went and picked Gabriel, Ma,’ Angelo piped up from the front. ‘Go figure,’ he scoffed. Anna Maria smiled and shook her head. ‘Ah, she is a smart one then.’ Gaze going back to Abigail, she added. ‘You did good to stay. ." she moaned quietly. Yes, she remembered all too well. Richard had been a wonderful lover - patient, considerate and caring. He always made sure that she was satisfied and that she had just as good a time as he did. Alice had never failed to have fantastic orgasms with him, many of which had left her exhausted and sweaty, but grinning like a Cheshire cat! He could hear her breathing changing as he talked with her - at first soft and gentle, but getting harder and more labored. He continued. I came slowly to bed room to surprise him but he was not there. Then realized he was in bathroom. Since the door was open I thought he was washing his face and immediately opened the door. I was surprised to see the scene in the bathroom. He was sitting naked with shower on and masturbating. He was surprised when I opened the door. I said sorry and closed the door and came to bedroom to change the cloths. While changing the cloths my mind was in the bathroom thinking of the scene after 2 years.. If only my red strips of bacon were the red lace of her panties. If only instead of tearing this meat apart, I could shred the flimsy fabric with my teeth to reach her puckered bud, to taste juices surely warmer and far tastier than Orange Tropicana. From across the room, she smiled at me. I swallowed, turned away, my eyes watering from the sight of her shapely hips swaying to the light Blues music Café Cascade, Taj, Goa was playing today. As she neared with her plateful of sausage and.