We shared everything with each other.We shared everything with each other. She knew about Bob's reluctance and she wanted to tell you about it, but I wouldn't let her. She also told me what a wonderful lover you were and how she had multiple climaxes every time you two got it on. She especially used to tell me how much she enjoyed it when you gave her head. Did you really used to do it for an hour at a time ... until she begged you to stop because she couldn't stand the pleasure any more?" "I didn't put a stopwatch to it Cindy," I chuckled, a little embarrassed at Cindy's knowledge of what I had thought to be private matters, "but I know she liked that, and I used to really enjoy giving her pleasure in that way. Damn, I miss that woman." I looked down at the carpet and thought about all the great times Lana and I had enjoyed in the sack. We both liked to fuck and we did it as often as possible. I knew of some marriages where after the kids came along, the wife would lose interest in sex. Not Lana. In fact, the day she was killed, she was on her way home to meet me for a little "afternoon delight." Unfortunately, a drunk driver put an end to my beautiful wife and our wonderful marriage. Still, whenever I thought of Lana and the good times we had, my prick would spring to life and I would get a powerful urge to go and jack off just to relieve the pressure. Usually, I resisted. I was startled from my reverie when Cindy moved to me and put her arms around my neck, pulling my head to her chest. "I miss her too, Jim. Can you help me?" I looked up into those huge eyes of hers and whispered yes. I still can't explain what happened next, but suddenly our lips met, my arms went around her, and we were kissing. Not the way friends kiss, but like lovers. Soon our tongues got into the act and we each began a slow, passionate exploration of the other's mouth. Almost on cue, we both broke the kiss. "I need you to do more than talk to Bob," Cindy whispered breathlessly. "I'm as hot blooded as Lana was, Jim. |