"I'm sorry!" he said."It's my fault," she said. "I'm such a fool. I was lying there feeling sorry about being dead and then you showed up and I though...t about what my mother always said about second chances, so I came here and...God, I'm so silly. I'll just go."He caught her hand. It was cold and his skin crawled, but he didn't let go. "I'm really sorry," he said. "You don't have to go." Wait, he thought, she doesn't?“You don’t have to be nice. I mean, look at me." And she tried to cry again.. “Ooooh, Is that for me?” she said, picking up her glass, but giving me a wink. “Yes” I replied, rising to the game. “I thought you might like a stiff one”. We giggled and flirted some more until she spotted her hubby coming through the door. She had explained he had arranged to come and collect her on his way home. He made his way over, and I recognised him from my golf club. We had played together a couple of times, and I thought he was a decent guy. He joined us for a drink . And another.. I spread my legs to allow him better access. His index finger made it’s way into my swollen hole, I couldn’t help but arch my back a little, holding on to the bar stool with one hand, I guided his face towards my breast with the other. He quickly got the point, and pulled my shirt down a little exposing my erect nipples. He licked them, going back and forth between them while my juices dripped down his hand, and that’s how I reached my first drunken orgasm of the night. Without bothering to. His brother thanked me,, I said,, don't thank me,, thank his useless brother who left me in that condition. I told little dick to go get a warm wash cloth for me. He did,, his brother sat on the couch and looked exhausted. Hubby came back with another towel and was getting ready to use the wash cloth to clean my breasts, There was like a cup of cum on them. I took the rag from him. I washed my hands and face with the cloth. I screamed at hubby,, clean me you useless excuse of a man. He.