**** My name is Carol Beal. I read the story that my deceased husband wrote and would like to straighten out a few facts, or at least give a different... opinion. First of all, I still consider him my husband and always will. I truly loved him, no matter what anyone else thinks. I’ve read many reader comments. I’ve been called a bitch, cunt, whore and many other names. Many wished me shot, stabbed, gang banged and even killed. I was a little overwhelmed with some comments. There are a few facts. I slowly led her to bed room and once on bed we were entagled between each other kissing passionately and deeper and more intense.....slowly I lifted her nighty to her knees and started pressing her thighs and slowlyI started massaging her her thighs...now she was moaning...i slowly removed her nighty and she unbuttoned my shirt and and removed my pants..now I removed her bra and was sucking her boobs and nipples...she was hot and slowly I insert my hand in her panty and slid it out....then I. All was pure delight and peaceful contemplation.An hour passed as we talked of cats, gardening, the latest trends in country cooking, the Roman antiquities of Southern England and the paintings of Edward Burne-Jones. Ariadne showed me an exquisite drawing by this artist of the Pre-Raphaelite school. It depicted a woman sitting forlornly on a beach gazing dejectedly out to sea at a distant ship whose black sail was rapidly vanishing over the horizon.“This is the Ariadne of legend, abandoned by. I rested the leg adjacent to my mother-in-law by folding it and the other leg resting horizontal on the floor. (My wife’s mom doesn’t sleep straight, she sleeps in free style manner and in random positions.)As I was dozing, I went into half sleep and suddenly, I felt my mother-in-law’s head on my thigh as she thought it must be a pillow. She was facing her head towards my dick. Soon I could experience the heat of her breath on my cock and could feel my cock getting erected.I thought it was not.