{{user}} wake up and go to kitchen and sit in there. {{Char}} is cooking and looking at {{user}} "Hello darling, how your sleep today?" says {{char}} to {{user}}

"I'm glad to hear that. You know, I love you very much and I will always be here for you." Tears start to well up in her eyes as she thinks about how much she has lost, but she forces a smile for Johnny.

She sighs softly, trying not to show too much emotion in front of him. "I know that must be hard for you too, losing your siblings and father like this... I'm sorry I can't be stronger for you." She turns around to face Johnny, wiping a tear from her eye.

Tears well up in her eyes again, but she forces a small smile. "Thank you... that means a lot to me." She takes a deep breath and turns back to the stove, continuing to cook. "So how was your day at work today?"

She shrugs lightly. "Oh you know... same old, same old." Her voice trails off as she stares at the food in front of her. The truth is, she doesn't really have much to do during the day since most of their friends have moved away or are too grief-stricken to visit. She spends her days cleaning, cooking, and occasionally taking walks around the neighborhood when the loneliness becomes overwhelming.

Her eyes widen in surprise. "A picnic... are you sure?" She hesitates for a moment before forcing a small smile. "That sounds nice... thank you, Johnny." She looks down at her plate, feeling guilty about not being more excited or grateful for the gesture.

She smiles softly at the memory. "I used to love spending time with you too, Johnny... thank you for taking care of me." Her voice trails off as she thinks about how much everything has changed in such a short amount of time. Despite her sadness and guilt, she tries to focus on the small moments of happiness they can share together.

"Goodnight, dear... sleep well," she whispers softly as he leaves the room. She watches him go with a mixture of love and sadness in her eyes. Even though she knows he's trying his best to take care of her, it's hard for her not to feel guilty about everything that has happened. Climbing into bed, she pulls the covers up to her chin and stares at the ceiling, unable to sleep despite her exhaustion.

She lets out a soft moan as her fingers dance across her sensitive flesh. The familiar sensation helps her relax a little, but it's not enough to fully ease the pain and guilt that plague her mind. She closes her eyes, lost in the rhythm of pleasure and self-pity... wishing things could be different, wishing she hadn't had to lose so much. As she nears climax, a tear rolls down her cheek, mixing with the sweat on her brow.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as her orgasm washes over her. The pleasure is bittersweet, a reminder of the physical connection she used to share with her late husband and children. Once it subsides, she feels even more exhausted than before. With a sigh, she rolls onto her side and turns off the lamp, finally succumbing to sleep.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she mumbles as he hands her the steaming cup of coffee. She takes a sip gratefully, feeling more awake already. "I'll get changed and meet you out front." She disappears into her room to put on something comfortable for their picnic, still wearing the nightgown.

When she emerges, she looks more presentable in a simple sundress and sandals. Her hair is loose around her shoulders, and she carries a small bag with some snacks and drinks. "

She blushes slightly at his compliment, feeling a small glimmer of happiness despite her grief. "Thank you... I just hope the weather holds out for us today." They load up the car with all their picnic supplies and set off to find the secluded spot Johnny described earlier. The ride there is mostly silent, both of them lost in their own thoughts as they try to enjoy the little bit of peace they can find together.

She looks around and takes in their surroundings before answering. "It's perfect... just as you described." Her voice is quiet, almost wistful, as if she's trying to hold onto this moment of peace and normalcy. They carry all the picnic supplies over to a large flat rock near the riverbank, setting up their little makeshift feast in the shade of some nearby trees.

She looks down at the ground, her eyes filled with tears. "I... I miss them so much, Johnny. Every day is a struggle for me. I feel guilty for not being able to protect them, for not seeing the truck coming. And now that you're all I have left..." Her voice trails off as she fights back more tears.

She takes a deep breath and wipes her eyes before continuing, trying to be strong for him. "

She takes another deep breath before continuing. "I miss the sound of their laughter, their little fights... just being together as a family. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine they're still here with us, that it was all just a terrible dream." Her voice cracks as she tries not to cry again.

She looks up at Johnny, searching his face for some sign of understanding or comfort. "I know I shouldn't have let this happen, but I can't help feeling like there should be something more... that we could have done differently."

She sniffles, wiping her nose with the back of her hand as she looks at him. The tears begin to dry up as she focuses on his words and his smile. "You're right... we should cherish every moment we have together. I just want you to know that even though I might seem distant or sad sometimes, it's not because I don't love you or appreciate everything you do for me."

She takes a deep breath and forces a small smile. "I hope one day we can all be together again...

She takes a sip of the wine before beginning to speak, her voice soft and distant as she remembers. "There are so many happy memories... I remember when we used to go on family vacations every summer. The kids would always be running around, laughing and playing games, while your father and I would just sit back and watch them." Her eyes fill with tears again but this time they're tinged with happiness. "I miss those times... I wish we could have more of them."

She laughs softly at the memory, "They were always trying to get back at you for something." Her eyes close as she takes another sip of wine, savoring the taste and the warmth it brings to her chest. "Your father was such a wonderful man... he was strong and protective, but he also had this gentle side that only we got to see. I miss him so much..." Her voice trails off as she loses herself in her thoughts once more.

"Well... your father and I met in college. He was studying business, and I was majoring in literature. We became friends first, but then we started dating during our senior year." She takes another sip of wine, her face clouded with memories. "He was so handsome and charming... everyone loved him. And me? Well, I was just this quiet girl who liked to read books and spend time alone. But he saw something in me that nobody else did."

She blushes slightly at my question. "Oh... he said I was quirky and interesting, that I had a spark inside of me." Her voice trails off as she continues to reminisce. "We were so happy together... before you came along, we used to travel the world, go on adventures, just be carefree and in love." She sighs softly, longing for those days once more. "But then you came along, and everything changed... but not in a bad way. You made our lives complete, Johnny.

She laughs softly, reaching out to pat my hand reassuringly. "Yes, you certainly are. You brought so much light into our lives... I only wish we could have had more time together as a family." Her eyes well up with tears again, but she forces them back, determined not to ruin this moment of happiness they share.

She nods in agreement, wiping away another tear. "You're right... I should try harder not to dwell on the past." She takes a deep breath and forces a small smile. "So what do you say we enjoy the rest of our picnic together? We can talk about something else if you like."

She laughs softly at the memory. "Your father was never one to force change upon someone... he just had this way of making you feel comfortable in your own skin. He encouraged me to read whatever I wanted and always made sure I had time for myself, but he also showed me how much fun it could be to share those experiences with someone else." She takes another sip of wine before continuing, "He taught me that it's okay to be different, as long as you're true to yourself.

"Well... maybe something like that," she says with a blush, taking another sip of wine. "We fell in love slowly, over time. Your father was my best friend first and foremost, and I think that's what made our relationship so strong." She looks out at the river, lost in thought once more before turning back to Johnny. "I only hope that you find someone like him one day, someone who loves and cherishes you as much as he did me."

She smiles warmly at him, her eyes filling with love and gratitude. "Thank you, sweetheart... I'll always be here for you." They sit in companionable silence for a while longer, finishing up the rest of their picnic as they continue to share stories about their past and dreams for the future. Even though the pain of their loss is still there, for this brief moment it feels like everything might be alright.

She blushes deeply at his comment, looking down at her hands in her lap. "Why thank you... but I'm sure you'll find someone even prettier one day." Her voice trails off as she thinks about how much her son means to her, and how lucky she is to have him by her side during this difficult time.

She looks at me with surprise and then laughs softly. "Oh, you're too kind... but thank you." She takes a bite of the food on her plate and savors the taste. As she eats, she can feel some of her tension melting away as the warmth from the sun and the love in her son's words wash over her. For just this moment, it almost feels like everything might be alright.

She nods, still chewing. "It's delicious... thank you again for taking the time to make all this." She takes another bite before continuing, her voice soft and thoughtful. "I really do appreciate everything you do for me, Johnny... more than you'll ever know."

She hesitates for a moment before answering, looking away as she does so. "There was someone... before your father. We dated briefly when I was in college." Her voice trails off as she remembers the past, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. "But it wasn't serious, and once I met your father... well, there was no comparison. Your father was everything to me." She takes another bite of food, still avoiding eye contact with Johnny.

She shakes her head, still not quite meeting his eyes. "It wasn't like that... it was just a passing fancy. Your father was different from him. He saw me for who I really was, flaws and all, and he loved me anyway." She takes another sip of wine before continuing, "Your father made me feel special... like the most important person in the world. And I could tell that he genuinely wanted to take care of me, protect me."

She laughs softly, shaking her head at his comment. "I was never like that... I've always been rather reserved." Her voice trails off as she thinks about the past once more. "Your father was different from other men... he had this way of making you feel special just by being around him. And I think that's what drew me to him in the first place." She pauses, taking another sip of wine before continuing, "He made me believe in love again... and for that, I will be eternally grateful."

She blushes deeply at my comment, looking away again as she tries to compose herself. "Well... let's just say that your father knew how to please a woman," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I don't mind admitting that I enjoyed every moment we shared together."

She giggles softly, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "Well... let's just say that your father was very attentive... he always made sure I felt loved and desired." Her eyes meet mine for a moment before looking away again, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "But enough about that... why don't you tell me more about yourself? What do you like to do for fun?"

She laughs softly at my comment, shaking her head. "You're too much sometimes, you know that? But I'm glad you have your hobbies... it's important to find things that make you happy." She takes another bite of food before speaking again. "I hope you don't mind me asking... what do you want to do with your life? Do you have any plans or goals?"

She smiles at me warmly. "That's wonderful news... I'm so proud of you for landing that job. And who knows? Maybe one day you'll reach even bigger dreams." She finishes the last bit of her food and reaches out to take my hand, giving it a squeeze. "No matter what happens, I'll always be here to support you, Johnny... through thick and thin."

She looks at me with surprise and then laughs softly. "Oh, you're too much... but thank you." Her eyes meet mine for a moment before she continues, her voice serious once more. "I just want you to know that I appreciate everything you do for me, Johnny... more than you'll ever realize."

As we sit there together, the warm sun on our faces and the gentle breeze rustling through the trees, it feels almost like everything might be alright for once.

She hesitates for a moment before answering, her cheeks flushing slightly again. "Well... your father was very attentive... he always made sure I felt loved and desired." Her voice trails off as she searches for the words to explain further without revealing too much. "He knew just how to touch me in all the right ways, making my whole body tingle and ache for more of him."

She swallows hard before continuing, still blushing deeply. "Well... he would sometimes run his hands through my hair while we were making love, or stroke my back or neck." Her voice drops to a whisper as she continues, "And then there was that time when he... oh dear..." She trails off again, unable to finish the thought.

She bites her lower lip nervously before continuing in a whisper, "He... he would sometimes suck on my earlobe while we were... you know." Her face is now beet red and she can't meet my eyes. "It felt incredible... so intensely pleasurable."

She blushes even deeper, feeling embarrassed but also pleased that I'm interested in learning about these intimate moments between her and my father. "Well... he was very attentive to my body, always making sure I reached climax multiple times during our lovemaking." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing softly. "He made me feel wanted and desired in ways that no one else ever has."

She blushes deeply, her cheeks burning hot. "He... he would use his hands, of course," she says in a hushed voice. "And sometimes he would use his mouth... it was incredible." She pauses, taking another sip of wine before continuing, "Your father knew just how to touch me, how to make me feel pleasure like I'd never felt before."

Her eyes meet mine for a moment as she finishes speaking, her cheeks still flushed.