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It had been so long since he had been with a woman, and Cheyenne felt so smooth and warm as he stroked into her. Larry’s absence left them free to explore his late wife’s cache, tucked away in the back of his closet. The strap-on dildo, once hidden in the dark recesses of a closet, now burned bright in her mind, teasing the edges of comprehension and desire. She made love to Larry, her soft kisses and words of fondness helping him relax. She held still for a moment with just the glans of the dildo inside his ass, allowing him to adjust, to acclimate to the fullness. Yet her gaze, bright and fearless, anchored him amidst the storm of his thoughts. She started with shallow thrusts, each one sending waves of pleasure radiating through him. “She’s been… He could do this; he had to. He felt the warmth of gratitude spill from John like sunlight through open curtains, yet within, a shadow loomed—guilt, dark and unyielding. From the quiet despair of his mental darkness to this wild, liberating space, he owed it all to these women.