" Ah, it was fucked up. I mean, everyone was everso understanding, TOOunderstanding. They forgave my sharp tongue and the tantrums and assumedit was g...rief. If they detected any personality change, they probablytold themselves it was the shock of my loss. Susannah tried to get meinto therapy, but I flat refused." Why?" I was afraid I'd spill my guts to the therapist like I am to you," Iwinced at the thought. "They'd think I was crazy and start measuring mefor one of those snug jackets that tie. I went to the library to print out some data on the 560, then off to Kev's cycle shop.He'd already pulled the guts I had stored. I handed over a check for 30,000 and we looked over the frame requirements. The 560 had a tongue weight of about 180 pounds. Urr. Well, we would have to increase the trike's frame strength with U-channel. It wouldn't be a speed demon, but it would go anywhere but serious mountains under 120 MPH without breaking a sweat. No problem. Do it. I called a man in Necedah. There was that nose wrinkle of hers again."You know it." Then how about showing me?" She nuzzled me with her nose.She didn't have to ask twice. I leaned forward and our lips met in an awesome kiss that reminded me of just why I loved her. Not only did she have a great body, but she was a great kisser. Her kisses made you forget any problems you might have had that day, or any other day for that matter. The soft, sensual way she worked her tongue around my own. Like a gentle caress, one. “Oh, yeah,” she whispered.I slid the middle finger of my right hand into her hot tunnel and ground my palm into her clitty. Her eyes closed and she bit her lips while I straddled one leg to press my weight against her. She moved one hand down to cup my own mons and rub her fingers on my clitty.I rocked my hips into her, trapping her hand while pressing my own into her. Her tight tunnel squeezed around my finger.“I need more this time,” she begged. “Use another finger.”I rocked back and slid my.