His breath caught in his throat. Even upset, his first wife was beautiful. Lamyra had her family’s signature red hair and green eyes, a heritage whi...h extended through the ages back to antiquity. Her mother’s hair had been long and straight, a hint of yellow tempering the fiery red, but Lamyra’s hair traveled around her face in gentle waves and curls and was completely missing the blonde highlights of her mother. Kaylen’s green eyes had been hard and shrewd, but Lamyra’s were usually soft and. The sightand sound of the Gulf still had the power to delight me.Around thirty minutes later, the sound of her car in the driveway broke inon my reverie. I moved into the house and took her in my arms as sheentered."Hi, sweetie!" she said, hugging back. As we disengaged, she headed tochange from her work clothes--a well-tailored suit with tasteful stripesagainst a navy background on knee-length skirt and matching coat over asnow-white blouse. Over her shoulder she asked, "Pour me a glass. 00 clock, I felt my eyes opened. I went to the other room where my mom was sleeping. Her nighty was lifted on to the thighs. She could not see me.But I could see in the dark that her fingers were between her spread fair soft full thighs. My mom was masturbating.I knew she was missing my dad’s cock. I saw her moaning softly as she orgasm. I could not see her cunt as it was dark but I could see her eyes closed and the pleasure in her face as she orgasm. My cock was so hard that I began to feel. With no knowledge of the world around me, I waited. The years whirled by, the world around me growing with the sounds of life, but death is what I crave.Alone, my Bryden, I'm alone.I begged him, called out to him upon his death to haunt me, to drive away all pretense of sanity, but still I wait. My gnarled fingers clench into fists when I shake them at the sky, a curse to the God who took him from me and left me to become this broken old woman.My hair no longer glistens blue in the light of the.