Mommy, is Uncle Noel sad about Aunt Carla?”Anne kept her voice steady and calm. “Yes girls, Uncle Noel is sad and that’s okay. It’s okay to be... sad when somebody goes to Heaven. Now, don’t you worry, we’ll find Uncle Noel a perfect Christmas gift.”When they left the girls, Anne and Ray looked at each other.“Should we talk to him?” asked Ray.“I think we should ask if he’s okay,” Anne replied. “We’ll listen if he wants to talk.”Anne made coffee and brought it into the living room. While Ray added. When she picked up, I told her that I really need to fuck her silly, she laughed into the phone and told me that she enjoys our sex full time. I told her to take permission from work but she told me that it won't be possible because of the fact that she had a full work load. I told her to meet me at West End Hotel in town on Sunday by 2:30pm, she said ok and I hung up. I started thinking of all the things I'll do to her on Sunday that I had a full and painful erection. I left my office and went. She licked her lips with the moist pink tip of her tongue and lifting up on her toes, she leaned forward tentatively to kiss me. I was instantly wide-awake. Her tongue flicked from between her lips and raked over mine. As if I was in a trance, my lips opened to receive her tongue and offered the tip of mine in return.Audrey's eyes closed as she pressed her lithesome body against me. She made a soft rumbling groan deep in her throat when my fingers splayed across her buttocks, drawing her hips. Comparable–andperhaps even better–to when she had met Jason. So she splurged on newclothes. On the way home from there, she stopped at her favorite hairsalon, and went blonde. As she sat at the kitchen table that nightbalancing her checkbook, and added up all the benjamins she had droppedthat day, she simply threw back her head and laughed. That Saturday, when Jason came to get the kids, Tara was wearing arather tight pair of red shorts and a tank top, showing quite a bit ofleg.