" "I know, but Mom doesn't weigh much. What do you say, Mom?” I thought about it for a moment. “What the hell. Sure!” I said. “But when it get...s uncomfortable I want to stop. Immediately! Okay?” My husband nodded his head. “Alright I need to clean up before we head out," I said. ”I feel like a stinky wet mop.” After a quick shower, I slipped into a pair of white lace panties and a floral, yellow, sun dress with thin spaghetti straps. Too hot for a bra! I wanted to be as comfortable as possible. It was the eurosand Russ was thinking that England had been playing crap why did he evenbother coming back from his business trip so early.He had paid the babysitter to go off early, given her a little extrabefore he went up stairs to make sure the 2 girls and his son weresleeping soundly.He looked at the clock soon his wife would be home he looked down at hispants he could see his erection. How long since he last saw Francesca, acouple of weeks he must be ready to blow by now he thought. "God. She said she had to shower first, that she was all sweaty from the gym. "Yeah, right," I thought. The man she'd been with had to be huge! I literally had to bang one side of her stretched pussy at a time to get any feeling. When I went down on her, I noticed the shower hadn't removed all of the cum. I had it all over my beard. It was shortly after this night that she left me.I was in torture for weeks. One day at work I was confiding my feelings to a friend. She said her mother, Marcia, had. Shirley read the note and nodded and sobbed. She knew the devotion that her father had toward his wife, her mother. She said, "He always said that he would never be able to outlive her for long." She cried some more. Ed and I carried their bodies outside and buried them side by side close to some flowers her mother liked. I said a few words over their grave like I had for Janice's mom.It was late afternoon. I called Dad to let him know where we were and what was happening. I said it would.