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Mourning Sex 2
Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
continued to laugh as she wiped her eyes and shared some additional funny comments with her grandmother. She was smiling sadly as she joined me at the car. She walked straight into my arms for a hug, and then she pulled my lips down for a gentle kiss. "Thank you for being here for me," she offered. "You're very welcome," I answered. She looked at me with a mischievous grin. "It's easy to imagine what my grandmother would say to me," she said. "She would have pointed out that if we ever have sex in this cemetery, we should do it on Aunt Florence's grave. She always said that old biddy needed to be shocked once in a while." I kept my promise about bad jokes, and simply hugged her. She gave me another quick kiss before we got in the car and left. She was quiet for the trip back to her house, but in a relaxed way. At her house, she asked if I wanted to come in for a minute, and with a gently kiss, I declined. I knew that I had made the right choice when I saw that she was relieved. With another quick kiss, I headed home. --- Our online chats were much more relaxed after that, but she was not overly eager to meet again. Another week had gone by when she asked for another favor. She was very agitated about something, but she didn't want to share it in chat. She finally admitted that the lawyers were about to make her life miserable, and they were asking for me to come witness the event. I asked why they wanted me, and she partially explained that they didn't ask for me by name. ... They wanted the person that had been at the memorial service with her, and so I had no choice but to show up. After I had agreed, she added that the meeting was set for that evening. I called my wife, and let her know what was going on, and then I left work early again. Given the agitation and flightiness of Cindy's chat, she was in serious need of a hug and some moral support before she met with the lawyers. About a block from Cindy's house, I saw her struggling with a two-wheeled cart piled high with flattened boxes. I quickly parked in her driveway and jogged back to help her. She thanked me for coming to her assistance, but I don't think she realized it was me. She was babbling incoherently about moving and useless people and trains as we wrestled the cart into the garage. She turned to look for tape as I moved the pile out of the way. When she turned back, her eyes suddenly recognized me. "John!" she exclaimed. "It's you!" She smiled at me, and then suddenly asked, "What time is it? Do we have time?" "It's just after four thirty, so we should have plenty of time. Can you slow down and tell me what's going on?" "Oh, we have to hurry," she exclaimed. "Come with me," she added as she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the house. "Okay, okay," I laughed as she dragged me into the house. "Please tell me what's going on." As the door behind us closed and we stood in the hallway, she launched herself into my arms and gave me a scorching kiss. "Bedroom, now!" she commanded and then ...