You look pretty good, too. How are you?”“I’m doing OK, I guess. It’s been hard. I still cry sometimes over our baby.”“I cried a lot too. I... ended up writing a letter to him and leaving it at Birgit’s grave along with the letter I wrote her.”“Him?”“I decided it was a boy in my mind. I wrote a goodbye letter to Birgit that I left at her grave in July. After you told me about the abortion, I wrote a goodbye letter to our baby and had no idea what to do with it because he doesn’t have a gravestone. ''What's going on?'' I asked her quietly, she kissed me again and then whispered into my ear, ''Haven't you heard?'' she asked, ''I'm supposed to be grieving.'' she told me as she began pulling at the waistband of my shorts.She dropped down to her knees and exposed my hardening member, she smiled to herself as she glanced back up at me. She took my penis in her hand and placed my helmet on her tongue, she began to slowly jerk me off as her mouth took in about a third of my length.I leaned back. Not everything she did I did too, especially one thing. But that thing started something between us.When we were 14 and she had a two’s-up with a pair of guys. I didn’t want to do it, but Louise did and had sex with them both while I was in the same room and sitting on the floor. If it was sex, then Louise would do it.*Anyways, the lesbian thing with Louise started to get more serious with regards to me once she’d done that threesome with those two guys. I guess it was because I watched her.. To show of my figure, I had spent my last pay check on the perfect dress. The pastel pink color fit perfectly with my light skin and short brown hair. The dress clung to my stomach and splayed out at my hips, showing off that hourglass shape that I had been fighting for. And this man that I call my husband would not ruin this for me. I walked away to the closet to slip on my black pumps. “What if I did something for you?” I turned around and I saw him with his arms crossed across his black.