It was late, the night sky above full of stars.“They have stories, you know,” I told her, recalling the story of Cygnus that Summer had shared.“...You’re thinking of her,” she teased, lifting herself up on tiptoes to whisper in my ears. “I’m not wearing anything under my skirt.”By the time we reached the alleyway, I was hard for her. For Jennette, not Summer. I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra either. Before we’d even disappeared into the shadows we were kissing passionately, my hand on. You are not a slob. I spill all the time. You look great. Seriously great. I love your hair” I said, trying to heal the awkwardness. She smiled wider and it was killer. She appeared to be mid 40’s and incredibly natural in every way. A unique tawny and freckly complexion with sexy speckles coating her big, saggy chest, and short, clean nails, drumming against her beer. And her sexy blue eyes were glassy and suggestive and completely and curiously locked to mine. She tilted again and filled her. I pulled some random guy, the one who was closest to me, who'd come with Desean and Shasa, onto the dance floor. I moved to the music and even though he wasn't touching me with his hands I could feel how hard he was. I was so intent on what I was doing to him that I didn't even realize that a crowd had accumulated.I knew that I was too far gone when I backed up into him grinding on his dick, inviting him to touch me with my eyes, teasing him with my lips. The next thing I knew I was being. So that night I slept sandwiched between two delectably naked young males; although there was a considerable amount of sex conducted before I slept! My last thought before losing consciousness was how long could I hope for, before Iris returned?Nearly ten days of domestic bliss had passed before the dreaded news came.Iris had not survived the brain surgery, that had taken place to save her life.Like a heavy black cloud, the realisation of her death descended upon the three of us at Carlton.