We sat and chatted for sometime and I told her that she has excellent lips. She felt shy. I went near her and touched her hair and she did not say any...thing. I touched her hair again and then I touched her hand and hold her hand and she felt shy but did not resist.I held her face between by both hands and kissed on her lips and she did not reciprocate but slowly her hands moved to my back and pressed me towards her grip became tighter and she also started kissing me. My lips moved to her neck. .. I do understand. That's why I wanted to talk to you one more time ... before ... before it's over." Alright, I guess I can do that," I said reluctantly. I couldn't think of any benefit other than to learn just what I had done to bring on her behavior over the last three years. Perhaps that would close the book on our life together once and for all. "When do you want to meet?" I'll make myself available anytime. I want to do this for me as well as for you. The sooner the better, I think.". An email’s subject line. “It’s me, Mouse.”My heart jumped out of my chest. The library disappeared. I forgot to breathe. My body went numb. I couldn’t hear, couldn’t feel, couldn’t see anything but those three little words. Then the date, the day she died.No. No, no, no, no, no! I stared at the screen, time standing still, until an older man pulled out a chair two computers down. Then heard the trill of children at the front door again. The hushed murmurs of librarians at the desk. . I tried to shake free of her, not wanting her to go there, but she squeezed my cock and held me into place. She rubbed on the outside first, then slowly inserted her finger inside, and then slowly pulled it out. It felt amazing."Do you want me to stop?" her sexy voice whispered into my ear."No." was the only word I could squeeze out. So she continued, rubbing my hard cock and her finger sliding into my ass."You like this don't you?" She said, pushing her finger hard inside.I could only nod. I.