Dorothy and Maude spend the week with Donald and Emma. Twice more, the four women do play together. Once in the afternoon when Donald and Emma are both out, and one night when the two older women slip out in the night, as arranged, to spend the night with Karen and Julie. The morning after that night together, all are a bit groggy at breakfast.Donald and Emma want Dorothy and Maude to stay through New Year’s, but the women say no, they want to enjoy being on the train heading home on New Year’s Eve. Everyone is regretful about their departure, but on the morning of the thirty-first, they depart. Their train is leaving Birmingham at 2:30 that afternoon, arriving home in Boston New Year’s Day around seven in the evening.Dorothy and Maude have one more chance to talk privately with Julie and Karen, inviting them to visit them in Boston or at the Cape next summer. All agree that they will.It is strange this new attachment the four have formed. Not hurting their relationships with their partners in any way, but somehow adding something more to their sexuality. As time passes, Karen and Julie will discuss it in-depth, analyzing this aspect of sexual satisfaction, realizing this might be the premise for their doctoral dissertations.The four women from Christmas communicate often, and in time, Julie and Karen do go to visit the older women several times. It would be a few years until they all told Donald and Emma about it, but those two have an inkling of something more between the four women and celebrate their closeness with them.After seeing Dorothy and Maude off, with tearful goodbyes on the morning of the thirty-first, Emma and Donald spend a leisurely day together, then dress up and go out to celebrate the arrival of a new year.After a late dinner at an exclusive restaurant, they take their time over drinks, talking, and awaiting midnight’s arrival. A band is playing old melodies, and Donald asks Emma to dance.It seems amazing, but in the seven months they have been together, they have never danced. It just Anadolu yakası escort bayan hadn’t really come up.Donald takes Emma in his arms, her one hand on his shoulder, the other holding his hand, his around her waist holding her tight, they begin a slow dance. Emma almost swoons being in his arms like this. She has never danced with a man before. Oh, her father danced with her at father-daughter dances when she was young, and at wedding receptions now and then which they attended, but never has a man held her in his arms close twirling her around the room.She tries her best to follow his lead, and soon they are as one floating around the dance floor.Donald cannot remember ever feeling this way with a woman in his arms dancing. Emma just fits so right. Why has he not danced with her before? That is going to change going forward as this pleasure is overtaking him.They dance a lot that evening as midnight approaches. When the countdown begins, Donald hands Emma a glass of champagne and wraps his arms around her shoulder.Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.As the room fills with shouts of ‘happy new year,’ Donald pulls Emma to him, kisses her deeply and then whispers in her ear, “Happy New Year, Emma, may the coming year bring new and wonderful changes for us together.”Emma’s eyes water at this wish and kisses him back. Neither of them realizes how very soon changes would happen to them together. They dance a couple more times and then head home content, for a night of continuous tender lovemaking.The next morning they take their time rising and preparing for the day. It is late afternoon, with snacks at hand as they cuddle on the couch when Donald suggests they read more of Emma’s mother’s diary.As they start reading, neither realizes this would be the last entry Charlotte made. Saturday, January 2, 2016I feel my end will soon be here. I have been losing this battle these last several months. I am weakening, but still, try to Escort Kurtköy stay as strong as I can. Emma is so attentive to me, almost putting her life on hold to care for me. She is such a good daughter.Susan visits almost every day in the afternoon. And Edward sits with me in the evening and holds me close to him as we sleep. I know they are both so worried about me. Edward and I have not had sex for over a year now, he so concerned about my wellbeing, but I miss it so. Some afternoons when we are alone, Susan will slip her hand under the covers and slide into my panties to pleasure me; ‘keep my juices flowing,’ she tells me. We laugh a lot, and often she will sit or lie with me on the bed, caressing and kissing each other gently.She too seems so concerned about hurting me in any way. But I tell her when I can feel my fingers in her warm, soaking slit it seems to send strength through me. She knows I am just saying that for the most part, but I do feel less pain when she is bringing me to climax or me her.Years ago, after I learned about it, I did tell Susan about Edward and Grace. She sympathized with me but helped me realize it took nothing away from what Edward and I had. Now it comforts me to know Edward has someone to tend to his needs.Today, Saturday, Edward was home, and Emma had gone out for the afternoon. At noon, he brought me my lunch on a tray. He sat beside me and fed me as he has now done for the last few months. I can really feed myself, but he seemed to get such pleasure from this that I have let him. Savoring each bite full, I so long for Edward’s touch again, especially across his knees, submitting myself fully to him. All I could think, is, ‘please, just one last time.’Somehow, my lustful thought must have shown on my face. Edward asked me what is on my mind. And I did it. I suddenly knew how to get the thing I so wanted one more time.“Edward, I have never said over these many years, but I know about you and Grace,” I told him.His look of astonishment Maltepe escort told it all.“It is alright, but I should have told you that I knew all these years. I realize my error now,” I said, knowing I have set the trigger I so wanted.Edward knew what I was confessing and why, but he seemed unsure. His voice quivering, he said, “Charlotte, that was rather bad of you not to tell me when it happened. I am not sure how I should react to this.”He looked into my eyes and realized the longing, which was overcoming me, the need for one last time how it had been from the start.He composed himself and continued, now knowing how the afternoon would play out, how I wanted it to, “Charlotte, that was very naughty of you, and you know the consequences of such behavior.”‘YES, he would give me this final pleasure.’ I looked at him with downcast eyes knowing he understood my needs now and would fill them for me.Edward put the tray aside and sat on the side of the bed. “Charlotte, you know how we deal with you when you have been naughty,” he said as he patted his thighs. I felt the steamy juices dripping from me already as I turned to lay across his lap. Edward lifted my nightgown up over my back. There was something so arousing about this. It was only since I have been more or less bedridden that I have worn a nightgown, though most nights Edward helped me out of us to sleep. His fingers slid into the waist of my panties, and I felt the palms of his hands run over my cheeks as he lowered them to my knees.“Charlotte, are you sure you are up to this?” Edward asked me, suddenly concerned.“Edward, yes, I know I did something wrong and should accept the consequences,” I replied.And he began to spank my cheeks, not really as hard as he as in the past, but he kept up the banter about how it was so bad of me not to have told him to help me reach that wonderful place his spankings always led me.Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank… on and on it went. I felt my cheeks and thighs begin to burn and know I was nice and rosy now.No brush, which would have been nice, but that was okay, he did give me what I had so longed for. After about ten minutes, I felt his fingers move under me to my cunt. He felt my wetness flowing from me. As he continued spanking his fingers began to play with my clit, rubbing and pinching it to help me reach the summit.