“She seems okay,” I commented when she had left. “Yes, just the usual Jill,” laughed Sharon. “She needs a good man, a bit like the one I ha...ve.” “Yeah right, she’ll never be happy, she can’t stop wanting the next best thing.” Sharon nodded. “Yes, you’re probably right, but she is my best mate despite her faults.” We chatted some more about our everyday life, relaxed and happy. Sharon was looking good. Shoulder length bobbed brown hair, dark eyes, full red lips. She was 5’4” and usually a size. I jumped on the bed beside her, still stealing glances at her naked body. She looked at me and said “Well cmon silly, it’s going to be much better if you get those clothes off.” We both giggled as I crossed my arms and lifted my tee shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. Kristen watched eagerly as I reached behind my back, unclasped my bra, slid the straps off my arms and tossed it away. We had seen each other naked many times before, but this was somehow different. There was a. Jay was stroking his cock and sucking mine. I couldn’t believe how incredible all this was.I couldn’t last any longer and strained to give Jay the courtesy, “I'm gonna cum.”“Give it to me,” were the muffled words I heard from a guy with a cock in his mouth. Nevertheless, the words were music to my ears.“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSS,” was all I could say as I shot and shot and shot, what had to be, no less that ten streams of cum. Even Jay gagged and chocked as he tried to swallow it all but there. "How did it happen?" she asked."She suffered a massive stroke in a shop downtown," Dad replied. I later learned it was a grog-shop and that she yelled herself to a stroke over being refused credit."Did she suffer much?" Fran asked, picking up on the more common meaning of what was simply meant as a medical term."No. Impossible," Dad replied. "She must have been unconscious in seconds. I know, since they called me to the emergency room because of her size. She was brain dead on arrival, suffered.