Finally, in a small, rough, and breaking voice, Carol said, "I know better. I know we'll be okay in the end." Will you be?" Susan replied. "No one can... foretell the future." True enough, I suppose," Carol said. "I believe we will be. My heart tells me so." And I know you trust your heart," Susan said. "So why aren't you trusting it now?" My brain is getting in the way. Harry's gone, and I can't comprehend why. It's just such a foreign response ... nothing we've had to face before has made him. Placing my feet carefully to minimize the noise, I approached the bed. Now that my eyes had adjusted and I was closer, her sleeping form became clear. She lay on her side, her face obscured by bedding. I mentally chuckled, recalling how much she twists and turns in her sleep, and in the pursuit of it. She had kicked one of her legs free of the covers and it was bare all the way up to the bottom of the t-shirt that I remembered her wearing when she kissed my cheek before heading to bed.I admired. It was terrifying. I must have been up every night for weeks recalculating the mortgage. Worrying about insurance and closing and everything. It's natural. Don't sweat it. What's the worst that could happen?" Well we could move and then find out that the house has radon or the furnace could blow up or maybe the neighbor has a Doberman that eats kids or something..." I realized she was making a joke. I laughed." I'm sorry. I'm keeping you from reading," she said."It's perfectly all right. The. I looked between her legs, where the fucking machine kept pace, and waited for the least bit of liquid. There was none, except for what lubricated the item that kept fucking her. She held off yet another orgasm. I was impressed.“Very good. Very good indeed. Keep doing what you are doing.”“Yes master, I’ll try.”“Try indeed.” I answered, but knew that during her next orgasm, she would cum for sure. I saw that by how her body reacted during that last one. It was going to be inevitable. So, to help.