You see my husband had died of cancer. Prostate cancer.They reckon all men will get it if they live long enough, but he hadn't. He was only fifty-six ...when he died. I nursed him at home for the last three months, till his body could fight no more. Then his spirit was released from its broken prison, to live in the ether around me, and comfort me in my time of loss. It broke my heart, and the pieces fell onto the bed alongside his shattered body as I pulled the sheet up over his head when the. The guy stood then knelt down between the table and me and nudged my legs wider. I knew what he wanted to do and I wanted him so much, I let hum pull my buttocks to the edge of the seat and had a quick feeling of guilt as he pulled himself into me. Today was the most strange of days and now a man I’d only met minutes before and not really been able to speak to was kneeling between my open legs in a public place and had his penis thrusting into me as though it’s something we did all the time.. The new wife was slightly uneasy at quite the no holds barred offer, she wasn’t too keen on the sound of being tied up or hurt. But the best man was a gentleman, well sort of. He had her kneel between his legs and remove his trousers and pants. He made her lick and suck him slow and sensuously. Her head bobbed up and down slowly and he stroked her head, shoulders and neck. As he became more excited he f***ed her head down further, trying to get himself lodged in all the way, till she gagged.. I asked her for towel since I carry hand towel with me she took it and wiped her head. Then I was looking around no one was around us then we slowly started talking. We introduced ourselves till now I did not know her name. She told her name was “Asha”. She use to stay nearby RT nagar and was working in a software company.We were talking casually I noticed she was looking somewhat tensed I asked Asha was she fine? She said “Hmm”. But I could sense something was bothering her I again asked her.