A few weeks passed by, our kitchen routine started to match but we never shared a word. Strangely enough, I never once did meet her in person. The kit...chen was the only place I ever saw her.But that wasn’t the case with her husband, he and I became good acquaintances as we both had matching interests. We chatted about politics and the news frequently. I never mentioned his wife to him as it was never the context neither he ever mentioned her or their child.One day, I told him about my leave from. They stood upright and stretched briefly before kissing each other. Their tongues intertwined as their hands fondled each other’s body. When their kiss broke, the women begin to switch places. Bending at the waist, Rya took me into her mouth and I watched Sheri take Matt’s entire length into hers. I was mesmerized by how different Rya’s technique was from my wife’s. Her tongue swirled around my cock as it entered and exited her mouth. There wasn’t nearly as much pressure as Sheri generates. I watched in disbelief as she reached down and pulled off her shoes. “Here, hold these...” she said and then lifted her foot up and grabbed two of the railing spikes and in one swift agile movement was standing on top of the four foot high fence. I stood there, my mouth hanging open holding her three inch heeled shoes as she reached up and found a tree branch to swing down and into the garden beyond. She turned to face me, un-tucking her dress and held her hand out; dumbly I handed her shoes to. . some who knew Felicity's past, but didn't know her, might think it strange, but I have no fears for the fate of her eternal soul. Certainly she needed forgiveness – as do we all – but she asked for, received and accepted that forgiveness freely offered in Christ. I am sad that I knew her for such a short time. Anji, her daughter and Peter, in particular will miss her dreadfully, but I hope we can all be thankful that we had the privilege of knowing her..."True enough, but not much consolation.