The last four years had be a mix of terrible anguish and ecstatic joy. Each October 30th a melancholy settled on me as I remembered that day. This time was no exception. The grief ate in my stomach with gnawing pain. My mother knew how hard this was for me and she had dad pickup up the kids the day before. Where did he say they were going? Oh yeah, I numbly recalled . . . the circus. The kids felt it too. But they were young and they did not dwell on the memory the way I did. That was fine by me, I wanted them to remember happy days not tragic ones.
Rachel also knew how hard it was for me. I heard her come in softly and lay down gently behind me. I could feel her warmth; I could smell that berry scented shampoo she used in her long brown hair. "I love you she whispered." We lay quietly for a few minutes then she said "Do you need to talk about it?" I shook my head no. Do you want me here with you or do you need space?"
I thought a moment and said "No, stay. I am so glad to have you. I always have been. We both know nothing will ever stop the pain I feel but you have been so good, so incredible." I turned and took her in my arms. "I would not have wished it but it brought me you and I do love you deeply." I ran my fingers over her back. I pulled her close. I felt her beautiful, full breasts push against me. I felt my dick grow hard. "Is this ok" I asked knowing she could feel me.
She whispered "Jesse, I am here for you in anyway you want. I know you will never forget and the pain will never really be gone. But if anything I can do helps then know that I am completely yours in every way." I knew she was right and it did feel so good to just be with her. I slipped my hand inside her pants and gave her ass a squeeze. She smiled. "Is that a yes." She asked?
I nodded. We began to undress each other. "God, damn I love your tits." I said.
"You know that I don't like it when you swear." She said as she reached for my cock. I inhaled sharply as she wrapped her fingers around me. "Do you like the feel of it?" I asked.