“I ... I wanted to tell you ... about my husband.”I didn’t say anything, just cocked my head receptively.“Dulcie knows the story, but she’s ...the only one, really. I think others suspect. You see, it’s my fault he’s dead.” She paused. “We were to go to a wedding. I was slow getting ready, then there was a problem with the car, so I was nagging Roger to hurry. Karen was getting upset, too, because of me and because Roger was irritated. Well, he was going too fast, and maybe he was distracted, too,. “Oh yeah, that’s good, who with?”She laughed, “it’s “lunch”” she said using finger quotes.“Ahh, I see, horny again, are you?”She giggled, “no, not me because you have been very attentive of late, but I think Mark might not be getting as much as you and he is horny and asked if we could have lunch.” “I debated whether or not to tell you, I’m not sure if you want to know each time or not?” “Or if there is some limit on how often or much, I do with him.” “Do you mind that I go?”“Well, first,. I helped her by opening my pant and shorts and lettingout my hard cock out in the open and asked her to imagine it was ice cream on acone and wanted her to lick it the same way. She said “Chiii, I won’t take thatthing in my mouth, no way” I said it’s the best thing you would taste in yourlife and asked her to do it. She unwillingly gave a small lick on the tip of the cock andI don’t know what got into her she rolled the foreskin down and swallowed itand the sight of my cock disappearing in her. He then worked his finger in and out a few times, slowly and gently...waiting to see how she took it. She began moving her hips in rhythm with his finger, so he felt he was on the right track. He pulled his finger out and started to rub her clit in small slow circles. When she began responding to that, he increased the pressure a bit and started to rub faster. She started moaning, clearly enjoying what was happenening to her. After a pleasure filled few minutes, she arched her back and came. He.