The stream was quite shallow and only came up to my calves, but it was a shock landing in the stream from firm dry ground. There was a bank about two ...feet high either side of the stream which in itself was six feet wide. I looked around closely, so I would recognise the exact spot that I had to return to in ninety-two days. There was a large boulder just to my right with a young chestnut tree growing out the back. I climbed up the bank and stood on the edge, making sure that I would remember. Then I licked the shaft all the way down to his tight balls and back up again I did this for a while sucking and licking. I got down to the bottom of this balls and licked just off his ass when I did that he lifted his legs and for the first time I seen his perfect little asshole. It was so nice perfect. I could not help myself and started to lick it the more I licked it the hotter he got and me too. I made my way back to sucking his cock then back to that sweet ass . At this point he ask if I. ‘This one is from my husband, you know something though, and the living have to keep on living. The dead want us to be happy, that’s why they give us pennies, to remind us.’ She shifted her bag, hefting her great purse onto her shoulder and waddled to her car, leaving me stooping in a parking lot to ponder what she had said. That evening after having a couple of stout shots of whiskey, I came up with an idea. I pulled up to the tattoo parlor and told them about my idea. The artist was a large,. " I must have said it a hundred times in the five minutes that Claire sobbed into my chest.Nadia appeared next to us with a box of tissues and a washcloth, and we started to blot up some of the tears soothe Claire's face. She snuffled and sniffed between sobs, her eyes were red, and when she'd look at us, her face would scrunch up and she'd sob again and throw herself against me so she hid her face as she cried.Another ten minutes passed before we could get Claire quieted down. I just held her.