It’s an empty, painful, lonely life, and I hate it!”She hung her head and looked down at her arms.“I hate me…”The vehemence in her voice was... shocking.Then, in a voice I could barely hear, “… I should be dead.”I continued to hold onto her, then bent over and kissed her arms along the scars, first left arm, then right.I had no idea what to say, but knew I had to say something.“Marta, look at me, please.” She didn’t.“Marta, I can ask you, or I can order you, please look up.”There was a long pause.. My nose is filled with the smell of her pussy as I lick her inner thighs and taste her passion. Her moans become louder as my lips find her moist lips.“What are you doing to me, Dan?” she groans as I start an up and down movement with my tongue on her slit.In response, I spread her lips with my fingers and change my tongue’s direction to a left and right movement. I alternate between a horizontal lick and a vertical lick with my tongue as she continues to wriggle underneath me. I purposefully. I walk towards her and kneel down and i start to bring my face forward to her pussy. As i did earlier i kiss the inside of legs and run my hands up and down them. I bring my face closer and closer to her sweet looking pussy and i can smell her wetness. I poke my tongue out and I'm now licking her pussy and my god it feels nice. I spread them pussy lips open a bit and i can see her clit is now exposed to me and i start licking it. I start of slow and go a bit faster. Emma is breathing. They still had the afternoon to get through. Then in the evening there would be a private dinner, just the two of them. As Stan had explained, he would arrive a little later so they could discuss Bob's will.Mandy knew that eventually she would be all cried out. She had never wanted to be abandoned again. Now she was a widow. Expecting a child. Again she was alone. No one was with her.That was the core of her despair. She didn't want to be alone but there was no one she wanted. There was no one.