There were times when I wished I could just curl into bed, pull the covers over my head, and just stay there. The day of the wake was also the day of... a horrible snowstorm. We all piled into the van and made the dangerous drive to the funeral home. The entire time I say in the backseat praying that we would not get into a horrible accident and up severely injured or even worse dead. The angels must have been watching over us because we all arrived in one piece. The moment I walked into the. She turned to me, gave me a kiss on my cheek. “Paul” and I felt her hand between my legs, “I meant what I said. You may use me as you wish.” She massaged my cock in her hand and felt the blood flow back. Then let them loose and got out of the water. I watched her get out the pool."What a beautiful woman Hey Paul". I turned around and saw Gert laugh at me. "Come, let us dry and drink, Katya, the food as good as done, you're probably pulling". I nodded. Gert stood up and I looked at his body.. We could divide all our assets fifty-fifty. She could support Beth and I would make sure her college would be taken care of. I told her she could explain it to Beth since it was her fault and her problem. I would contact my lawyer and he could get back to her. I then left crying as I got in my car. I was in control on the outside, but my insides were torn up. I wanted to puke. Eighteen years of marriage down the drain, and for what? A stupid ass fling. I got a room in one of the economy motels. Without warning, Chantelle thrust her hips forwards and let out a low moan, rising in volume into a yell, and then just as it changed into a series of strange sharp high-pitched yaps followed by more straining moans, hot liquid burst out from her, gushing over my fingers and streaming down my arm and over my chest. Her arms were shaking but still pushing me into her crotch as she climaxed, so that my mouth slipped from her clitoris to her opening and I got a mouthful of what I soon realised.