She had been with one other man in that time, I had been with myself. We each had kids. We each were busy, very busy. We each bore scars. We met at o...ur daughter’s soccer games in South Pasadena, a very contented upper middle class town on the edge of Los Angeles. I was the coach, she helped out with the practices and with the phone calls. My attraction to her was quick. I love ex-tom-boys, and I knew she was one: she had the walk, the bounce in her step, and the grace. When I met her for the. My parents couldn’t join us as they had to take care of the cancellations of other stuff they booked, so they insisted I take my sis alone. We were apprehensive as to what Neela would say, but she just nodded and agreed. We reached our destination in few hours,a hill station, it wasn’t really far from my place, all along the trip I took utmost care of her making sure I was always there for her. I could see that the lost smile of hers was trying to get back on her face as she kept herself busy. He sucked her tits so hard that he actually bruised them. That night she called her parents and told them she was spending the night with a friend and she spent the night with him. He was older and had his own house and he fucked her in every position he could that night. He nursed her tits as he finger fucked her wet cunt. Her tits were covered with bruises from his intense sucking. She spent a lot of time at his house over the next two months and fucked him and a couple of his friends. He. She refused a life of being, as she called it, a doctor's toy. In the last weeks of her life I took her to a quiet mountain resort, while Jack stayed with Laura in the city, and Rita and I spent a lot of time walking in the woods, eating in our room, and lovemaking. I called Jack and Laura when the end was near, and they both came up to the resort to be near us. Rita passed away in my arms two days after Jack and Laura had come up. Jack was sitting on the bed caressing her face and Laura was.