He could’ve been shot. Or been a victim of one of those suicide bombings. Or… ‘Shell?’ He spoke quietly as he moved down the sofa to sit next ...to her. She continued to stare at her hands as if she’d no idea how they got there and he took the quaking mug from her and set it on the table next to his. With a finger gently under her chin, he raised her face so they looked eye to eye. He was shocked to see that her face had paled almost as white as the snow piling up outside. Even more startling was. .." "Honey, Peter was in a tough place and your Mom had always had a thing for him. I went along with it because I knew how much it would mean to your mother after all the times she had me pretend I was him," said Eddie.She turned to look at me. I looked back. Finally I said, "I didn't have any idea and wasn't thinking about this at all Melody, but I must admit, when Darlene let me know what she wanted, I didn't hesitate more than a minute."Darlene served the eggs and sausage. Everyone ate. Mesmerized, my hand came up and caressed the cloth-encased object of my desire.Surprisingly she did not pull away nor did she swat my hand. Instead she placed her hand on mine and moved it to a position where I had better purchase on the breast flesh.She reached up and loosened the ties in her bodice. In short order her magnificent chest was revealed to me. There was, of course, a little bit of sag due the tremendous weight of her breasts. I was correct in my assessment, though. It did take two. I savor the feeling of your soft, supple feet massaging my stiff cock for a few moments, looking at your beauty as you lay there, eyes closed but between sleep and wakefulness. The multitudes of curls, going this way and that on the pillow. The cherubic face, round cheeked and full-lipped, the little mischievous smile, the baby fat under your chin which I nuzzled while I was thrusting into you so that I could enjoy your scent. The sweet-sweaty smell you gave off as you worked up that sweat.