Nothing was ever said and I happily cleaned her up. I was still desperate to see it happen again, it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and was... not content for it to be the only time I got to see it. I know she​​ enjoyed it and suspected she still was, the final barrier was for her to know that I knew and accepted it.A few weeks had gone by and aside from my occasional suspicion of her sopping gaping cunt during oral or her evasive behavior when committing to when she would be home from. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow. But not long. His body is shutting down now.’ Roberta looked up at Doctor Chandler. She could see the pity in his eyes. Pity? Is that what she wanted sitting here waiting for her husband to die? She opened her mouth to speak. Angry words rose in her throat but all that could come out was, ‘I know.’ And there it was. Even Roberta admitted there was no hope. Soon, after all these years, Ed would be dead and she would be alone. How would she cope? How could she?. By now she was stroking my dick over my jeans and I was taking my time, knowing that in a while she would be mine. Alas, little did I know! She stopped abruptly, saying “we can’t be doing this”, turned around and stayed quiet. Quickly overcoming my shock, I didn’t say a word. I moved closely, took her in my arms and we fell asleep. The following day, was one of the worst days of my life. When we met, all she did was saying that she did not want to be my girl, and she took me home. I was really. "I thought he might get me a subscription to "Playboy" or maybe even take meto my first "strip joint" but he had other plans. The very next day he called me into the processing room. I gasped,as I entered the room, surprised to see Ann Davis sitting on the large stainlesssteal table that was in the center of it. (Ann and her drunk of a husband,owned and operated the Crazy Horse, which is the only bar around.)"You know Mrs. Davis?" My father asked, as I moved closer."Yeah," I managed, as I.