0 comments/ 38292 views/ 13 favorites Sunset Skinny Dip By: clarkroberts I got out of the wheelchair as my wife, Delia, pulled our car up to the entrance of the Veterans Hospital. "Keep on, keepin' on," encouraged the middle-aged patient transporter backing the wheelchair out of my way. He was a Vietnam veteran that I had gotten to know during my numerous in-and-out stays at this facility. Opening the vehicle door, I replied, "Semper Fi, Mac." I had just finished a week-long stay, following my 30th surgery since I had been wounded in action. This procedure was relative minor compared to the other reconstructive and plastic surgeries I had endured over the past 32 months. Shrapnel lodged in my gluteus maximus had been causing me some discomfort, so basically I had the pain in my butt removed. Delia smiled at me as I got into the car, "You're moving pretty good." "Yeah, the physical therapy folks here are great. Once they got all the lead out of my ass I could move a lot faster too," I teased, closing the car door. Delia chuckled then gave me a quick peck on the lips. She put the vehicle in gear and we headed away from the hospital. Wind whistled through the open windows. She really didn't need too. Her long black hair fluttered in the wind flowing though the auto. The blue tank top she was wearing brought out the blue in her eyes which sparkled mischievously as she glanced my way. Surprisingly, she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples tented the tight top. She caught me studying her boobs and asked, "What?" "I'm just admiring your beauty," I replied with a grin. Delia grinned back at me. She didn't wear much make-up. But then, she really didn't need too. She quipped, "Beauty's only skin deep." "Yep, ugly goes clear to the bone, trust me, I know," I said, frowning at the ugly mesh-pattern scar on my left arm. It was the visible result of a skin grafting procedure. I had sustained third-degree burns to the left side of my head, face, and both arms when my Hummer rolled over an IED (Improvised Explosive Device) back in Afghanistan. Additionally, shrapnel had riddled my legs. I was lucky to be alive. My wounds had left my body a mangled mess. I now wondered if being alive was a blessing or a curse. "Don't start that crap again," warned my wife with a glare. She didn't want me stalling my recovery and going back into a depression again. Countering my negativity, she soothed, "I love you for who you are not what you look like." "And, who am I?" I smirked, adjusting the passenger's door mirror so I wouldn't have to look at my reflection. "You're a friggin' hero," Delia praised. "They gave you a Bronze Star for actions above and beyond the call of duty." "I ain't no hero. I'm nothing more than a survivor." "Well, you didn't know the other three men in the Hummer were dead until after you pulled them out." "Maybe, if I had known I would have left them to burn," I snarled. The Hummer's fuel tank had exploded as I was pulling my dead comrades from it, leaving me burned, broken and bitter. "No you wouldn't. You're a good man Rico." I sighed. I didn't feel like a man. Glancing at my wife, I remembered the last time we had had sex. It was the night before I deployed, a little over three years ago. I knew she masturbated. I had inadvertently caught her using the shower nozzle on herself in the bathroom. Frowning, I wondered if masturbation was satisfying enough for her. My battered body hadn't been able to produce an erection since I had been wounded. I wasn't being fair to her. Giving voice to my thoughts, I said, "I don't feel like a man. Maybe it's time for you to go find a real man. A man whose cock still works and can give you the sexual satisfaction you deserve." Delia stomped both feet on the brake pedal. She straight-armed the steering wheel to keep the car from swerving into the other lane of traffic. Blue smoke from the tires filled the inside of the car. The vehicle behind us took to the shoulder to avoid rear-ending us. Its driver honked and flipped us the bird as he went pass. The car's momentum threw me forward only to be whipsawed back into my seat by the restraining seatbelt. The big vehicle came to rest in the middle of the road. Startled drivers maneuvered on either side us. Wide-eyed, I looked at my wife. Delia slammed the vehicle gearshift into park. Her blue eyes glared at me, cold and hard. Curling her lip, she spoke through clenched teeth, "Don't you ever say that to me again, ever." "But..." "I took a vow to love you in sickness and in health. Now, I'll say it once more, I love you for who you are not what you look like. It pisses me off, that you think I married you for your looks. If I were that shallow, I never would have married you to begin with, Rico. I was asked out by way better looking guys than you." Disconcerted by my wife's revelation, I asked, "Like who?" My wife shook her head with a laugh and put the car back into gear. Checking the rearview mirror for approaching vehicles she eased back into traffic. "Who was better looking than me?" I huffed. "Billy Davis, Randy Teller, Derrick Sanders..." "Okay, smartass. I get it," I snarled interrupting her recitation. Delia asked, "Rico, if our roles were reversed and I was the one who got burned, would you leave me?" "Hell no, I love you." "Then why do you want me to leave you? Do you think I love you less than you love me?" "No, Baby. I know you love me. That's not what I'm saying. I want you to be happy that's all. Since I can't sexually perform anymore, I don't want you to feel obligated to stay with me." My wife sighed, "Who says you can't perform sexually anymore? You haven't even tried." Now it was my turn to get angry. I seethed, "My fucking cock doesn't get hard anymore." "The doctor said there's no physical reason whatsoever for you not to get an erection." "Are you saying I choose not to get a hard-on?" Delia shook her head sadly and replied, "It's not that you refuse to get an erection. It's that you're scared to get an erection." "Bullshit, that's crazy. I think you should see a shrink. Why would I be afraid to get a hard-on?" "I think you're afraid you won't be able to perform like you did before you were wounded. I understand that a man's self-esteem is tied more to his sexual performance than even to his looks. As long as a man can perform sexually, his looks don't matter to him. Your performance anxiety must be off the charts since your looks are degraded. So in simplest terms, you've convinced yourself that if your cock doesn't get hard, you won't have to perform. Problem solved. And, by-the-way I did see a shrink." Subdued, I said, "Yeah, I can tell." Delia pulled into Danforth's Drive-in and parked. It was a retro-restaurant famous for its hamburgers and milkshakes. "A bit early for supper, isn't it?" I squawked. Quickly, I put on large dark sunglasses and a soft cotton bucket hat. It would cover my scarred and hairless scalp. The hat's wide and downward sloping brim would partially conceal the fact that my left ear was missing. It had been burnt off. "I'm famished," replied my wife with a grin. She was amused by effort to conceal my hideous looks. She added, "You know if you don't care how you look, most other folks don't either." Before I could tell my wife to kiss my ass, a waitress in hot pants and on roller skates took our order. In a few minutes she returned with a tray and hooked to the car's window. The hamburger and milk shake were a lot better than the hospital food I had been eating. And, since it was early for supper there wasn't much of crowd. So all in all, I was glad my wife had stopped. With heartfelt emotion, I choked, "I love you Delia. I don't want to ever be without you." She smiled, kissed me on the cheek and said, "You can't give up on someone because the situation's not ideal. Great relationships aren't great because they have no problems. They're great because both people care enough about the other person to find a way to make it work. I love you, Honey, we'll make this work." Delia honked the horn and flashed the headlights. A young waitress skated out to the car and fetched our tray and skated away. Delia pulled out of the parking lot and into the evening traffic. She missed the turn to go to our apartment. When I noticed, she explained, "I want to go to City Park. There's a special event today and I want to catch it." "I just got out of the hospital," I whined. "I don't want to be around a bunch of people." "Well, I want to be around people and you need to be around people," she parried my complaint and pulled into a parking lot at City Park. A police cruiser was sitting sideways partially blocking the entrance. Delia stopped when she got even with the police officer manning the barricade. She produced I.D. for both us. When the officer was satisfied we were both over 18-years of age, he waved us through. "Since when do you have to eighteen to get into City Park?" I asked. "It's just for today," Delia said pointing to a sign at the end of parking lot. The top line of the sign proclaimed, "Welcome to the Sunset Skinny Dip." The second line read, "A Celebration of National Nude Day." In smaller print at the bottom of the sign were the words, "No one under 18-years of age admitted." "What the fuck?" Delia giggled at my reaction. It was just what she expected. She said, "I want to go skinny dipping. Do you remember when we went skinny dippy before we got married?" "Yeah, we were alone at No Name Creek. It wasn't in the middle of City Park with a hundred strangers gawking at us," I fumed. My wife parked the car and said, "Let's go." "Ain't gona happen," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Why not?" I glared at my wife with laser light intensity. I seethed, "Even if I didn't look like a hideous freak, I wouldn't parade around naked in public." "People will accept you the way you are, Rico, but you have to accept yourself first." As if to prove her point a three hundred pound women ambled by our car wearing nothing but flip-flops and straw hat. Someone hollered at her. She gleefully waved and hurried toward an older couple who were also nude. "She seems to have accepted her less than supermodel figure. No one is harassing her. Come on Honey. You need to get comfortable in your own skin. No one here is going to judge you." "No!" "Suit yourself," Delia sighed. She was disappointed with me and that bothered me more my scars. Opening the car door she declared, "I'm going skinny dippy with or without you." Delia slammed the door. Grabbing the hem of her top, she pulled it over her head. She threw it through the open window. Looking me in the eye, she shimmied her shoulders. Her big boobs danced delightfully on her chest. Cupping her large breasts, she gently pinched her pink nipples to hardness. She cooed the excitedly asked, "Are you sure you don't want to join me?" My eyes were glued to her bosom. I licked my lips. I felt a stirring in my lap that I hadn't felt in a long time. Still I shook my head negatively. Shrugging, she turned her back to me. Slowly, she slid her cut-off shorts down her long tanned legs. Her pretty pucker and pouting pussy were revealed. She paused briefly bent over to let the sight beguile me before stepping out of her shorts. Facing around, she placed her sandal encased toes into the leg of her shorts and with an impish grin she kicked it hurtling through the open window. Now my wife was standing in nothing but her sandals. She pleaded, "Please come with me, Rico." I shook my head. Even though the sight of my naked wife had stirred me in ways I hadn't been stirred in a while, I still refused to budge. Delia grabbed a canvas bag from the bag seat and headed towards the lake. She was joined by the older couple that had greeted the obese woman. Delia shook her head and shrugged her shoulders as she looked back at me. The man patted her shoulder and headed towards me. As he got closer, I recognized him. It was Mac, the patient transporter from the Veteran's Hospital. He had scars over both knees, evidence of where their replacement. Averting my eyes from his junk, I noticed the thick thatch of white hair on his chest contrasted with the lack of hair on his head. He stuck his head through the open window and said, "What's going on kid?" "What the fuck, Mac?" I replied. "I didn't know you were some kind of hippie nudist." He chuckled, "Nudist is so sixties. The correct term is naturist. Nudism is the act of being naked, while naturism is a lifestyle which embraces the environment, respect for others and most importantly self-respect." "And, you got to be naked to do that?" I asked. "Can you think of anything more natural?" countered the older man. He added, "That's what's wrong with the world. Everyone is so concerned about what others think of them. And it's gotten us away from our nature." I sighed, "I know I'm going to regret this, but what do you mean?" "People are sad, but they don't cry because they don't want others to think they are weak. They're happy but they're afraid to sing off key. They're angry, but they don't shout because they don't want to offend anyone. So everyone ends up feeling ashamed and that's the worst feeling in world. So everyone walks around with their heads down afraid to feel. No one sees how beautiful nature can be or even recognize what their own nature is like." "You're quite the philosopher." "Yeah, three tours in Vietnam will do that to a guy. Look kid, you ain't got no reason to be ashamed of the way you look. No one here is going to give you a second look unless your cock is a whole lot bigger than mine," he chuckled, good-naturally. "I can't, Mac. I look like the doctors pieced me together like a quilt." "Look at me, kid. I'm past 60. I'm bald with a pot-belly. I got scars and wrinkles. Each one is a testament of an affliction endured or an obstacle overcome. And, I don't give a flying fuck what anybody thinks of me or my body. It is what it is, take it or leave it. I don't give a fuck. Kid, when I look at you, I see one of the toughest men I ever met." Mac paused and tilted his head towards the women waiting at the edge of the parking lot. He said, "Look at my wife. You probably see an old woman with saggy tits and gray bush. But, to me she's never been more beautiful and I love her more today than I did when we got married. Those saggy breasts nursed my children, who now have children of their own. That big scar running across her belly is the result of emergency surgery. It's ugly but it reminds me that I almost lost her and I need to appreciate her. And, that white bush happens to be my happy place that still gives me great pleasure after all our years together." Not knowing how to respond, I just nodded my understanding. My older friend declared, "Your wife loves you and she's over there waiting for you." I looked at Delia's boldly bare body. Catching my gaze, she shamelessly returned it. "She looks confident, but she's about as vulnerable right now as a person can be. She understands that if you don't get out of this car, you'll never fully recover. For the past three years I've seen her support you during each phase of your reconstruction surgeries and rehabilitation. I remembered her holding your hand with tears streaming down face as the medics scrubbed the dead flesh from your burned body. There is no greater torture than watching your loved ones suffered. You could at least scream at your agony, but she had to just stand there and take it." The old man paused to wipe a tear from his face. He cleared his throat and continued, "Most folks can't take watching, they leave their loved ones to suffer alone. But, not Delia, that woman has got grit. She knows you need to continue to recover and she's using the example of her own naked susceptibility to help you recover your manhood. I'm starting to wonder if you even deserve her love. You need to quit feeling sorry for yourself and get your ass out the car." Leaving me to my thoughts, Mac rejoined the women at the edge of the parking lot. I knew Mac was right. If I didn't take this step, I would never fully recover. I sighed and mumbled, "Fuck it." With a trembling hand, I opened the door and slid out. My wife cheered as I threw my hat in the seat. The sun's rays felt good on my bare head. Next, I shucked my shirt and tossed it through the window. My wife hooted encouragement. The breeze blowing across my midsection kind of tickled. I rubbed the scars from the skin graft donor sights on my belly. Undoing my trousers, I pulled them down my damaged legs. The dark lines crisscrossing my legs were not veins, but scars from skin grafts. The muscles of my left leg had atrophied and were quite a bit smaller than my right leg. My wife whistled at my naked frame. I tossed my trousers in the car and limped towards Delia. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she looked into my eyes and I thought I might drown in the deep blue pools. She kissed me with an intensity that sent a tremor through my body. Feverishly, she forced my lips to part and thrust her tongue into my mouth, our tongues wrestled with lustful intent. The kiss grew more passionate. Reluctantly, she broke the kiss, leaving my mouth burning with unquenched desire. She looked down at my cock. It was hard and pushing against her pelvic. Pleased, she grinned at me and said, "Let's go get in the water." I nodded as Delia took my hand led me to the lake. Mac and his wife were nowhere to be seen and I was relieved. I appreciated that they had been sensitive enough to give us our privacy as we kissed. I was a step behind my wife and enjoyed the oscillation of her buttocks and the sway of her hip. My cock throbbed with yearning. "This looks like a good spot," Delia said, stopping in the shade of an old oak tree not far from the lake. A couple of large bushes acted as a partition separating this spot from the rest of the gathered nudist. She pulled a blanket from her canvas bag and spread it on the ground. Bending over to smooth it out, she gave me a breath-taking view of her ass and better look at her pussy. Her labia were inflamed with excitement and glistened with anticipation. My cock was so hard I was afraid I might pass out. I could hear my own pulse in my ears and actually feel it pounding in my cock. Delia glanced back and caught me gawking at her lady parts. She smiled big and teased, "What ya lookin' at?" My mouth was too dry to answer. I stood there with my cock so engorged it hurt. Every vein stood out like a road map, adding ridges and creases to its already thick girth. All I could was grin wickedly at my wife. "It seems all the blood from your brain has rushed to your ginormous cock, robbing you of the ability to speak. Maybe we better relieve some of that pressure before you have a stroke," she joked, straightening back up. Grabbing me by the hand, she led me into the water. Delia wadded out into the lake until the water was to her knees then she dove in with a splash. After a moment, she surfaced, "The water is warm. It feels good." I nodded in agreement and watched the sun as it hovered briefly on the horizon. A warm sensation of serenity splashed on my face from the retreating rays of the sun. The magical moment of sunset was at hand. Wispy bands of clouds lined the sky unevenly with glowing colors, some pale pink and others a flaming orange. The water reflected the last vestiges of the setting sun as I waded into it. Soon the water covered my torso and I swam towards my wife. I pulled her into my arms and smiled, her big breasts bobbed in the water like apples in a washtub. Across the lake the noise of various nudists echoed across the water as they frolicked in the water. A bald man chased a white-headed woman from the water and they disappeared into the brush. I chuckled, "Mac, you old dog, you." Sunset Skinny Dip Delia grabbed my face and kissed me hard. She slid her tongue into my mouth and licked my teeth. Her tongued danced with mine and our passion soared. My hand found Delia's full breast. I cupped it and squeezed it firmly. Gently, I pinched her nipple, testing its hardness and was rewarded by deep moan of pleasure from my wife. As we continued to feverishly make-out my wife leaned her whole body against mine, craving skin on skin contact while continuing to plant furious kisses on my mouth. Breaking the kiss, I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked on it hard. "Feels good," Delia moaned. Pushing my face into her bosom, she encouraged me to suckle. She murmured, "It's been so long." After a bit my face arose from her breasts and my eyes locked with hers. My voice was just a whisper, "I love you so much, Delia." "I love you too, Babe," she said, reaching for my hard cock beneath the water. She kissed me, pouring all her affection into that kiss. Her eyes were glassy with longing and her voice was heavy with lust as she said, "I want you to fuck me now." Nodding, I lifted my wife by her ass and impaled her on my cock. My cockhead pushed into her pussy until my pubic bone was pressed solidly against her aroused clit. The buoyancy of the water allowed my cock to more fully penetrate her pussy than on dry land. Delia exclaimed, "Oh-my-goodness. You feel so good inside me." "Your pussy feels so good, so tight," I whimpered, overwrought with emotion. After almost three years of neglect my wife's pussy felt practically virginal. I withdrew my cock just a bit before pushing it back even deeper. Soon I was pressing the head of my phallus against my wife's cervix. I held myself there, as my wife's cunt convulsed around my cock in a powerful climax. Delia clutched me as we bobbed in the water. She calmed and I started long-stroking her with my cock. With each stab I gradually withdrew my cock until just the tip remained inside her and then I slowly buried my shaft all the way into her. She held my face and gazed romantically into my eyes, I was overwhelmed by the passion and affection that was in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, while wrapping her legs around my waist. Her full weight was on my cock, pressing her clit harder and harder against my pelvic bone with each thrust. The pressure built until an explosive orgasm ripped through her body. Once she recovered, she whispered into my ear, "Fuck me, Rico." I savagely sawed my cock in out of Delia's sweet, sweet pussy. It was like my cock was surrounded my warm wet velveteen. The pleasure for me was immense. I pounded her tender tight pussy, thrusting faster and faster. I thought my wife had never looked sexier. Her big breasts were bouncing in the water every time I drove my cock into her. Her nipples were awesomely erect poking into my chest. Her forehead glistened with the sweat of her exertions. She ranted and raved about the incredible sensations my cock was giving her. Her arms were entwined around my neck and her legs around my ass. Her heels pulled me into her and drove my cock deeper into her pussy with every thrust. Relentlessly, I jack-hammered my cock into her cunt with thrusts so vigorous I feared the creation of a rip-tide. I jammed a finger up my wife's ass. The sudden violation caused her cunt to contract and she yelped in yet another orgasm. I wiggled my finger causing Delia to dance convulsively on my cock. I drove my cock as deep as possible into my wife's cunt. My balls tightened and sent first jet of cum shooting from my cock. I shuddered as I felt my scrotum tightened and send another spurt of cum into my wife. It was if I filling her entire body with my essence not just her pussy. "Ahhh!" Delia sobbed, as another pleasurable orgasm scorched her body. It left her limp like a rag doll in my arms. Her cunt contracted hard around my cock and I pumped another surge of cum into her. Her pussy lips had created a tight seal around my cock, not single bit of semen escaped her cunt until I softened and slipped out of her. We drifted toward shore wrapped in each other's arms. The sky changed from a cornflower blue to a more subtle purple. Stars sparkled like diamonds from the darkening sky. We scrambled up the shore then flopped down on the blanket. We lay nude, letting the warm evening breeze blow us dry. It rustled in the grasses on shore as if it were whispering a hushed affirmation of tranquility. Knowing the day was done, the birds huddled close together and so did we. Smiling at each other, we wordlessly communicated our deep love for one another. Delia's soft curves molded to the contours of my body. The warmth of her embrace was female, so comforting. She lifted herself from the cradle of my arms and brushed her lips against mine. Raising her mouth from mine, she gazed into my eyes and even in the gathering darkness I could see the love in them. Her lips recaptured mine, more demanding this time and I returned her kiss with untamed intensity. She broke the kiss, leaving my lips burning with desire and with an aching need for another kiss. Smiling at me, she swung her leg over my middle and straddled me. She grabbed my cock, it throbbed in her hand. Aiming it at the soaked entrance of her snatch, she slowly slid down its length until it was fully seated inside her. She contracted her cunt muscles around my cock with a wicked grin. The soothing wet sensation of her velvety her cunt was so intense, I hissed wide-eyed and tried not to blow my load. I huffed, "Your pussy feels, feels so, so good." Delia liked being on top. She liked being in control. She teased me by alternating the depth she took my cock into her. First she tormented me by raising up on my cock until there was just a couple of inches inside her. Then she rapidly bounced up and down on just those inches. After a while, she added to the pleasurable torture, by sliding slowly up the full length of my shaft until it almost fell out of her, only to gradually glide back down until it was buried inside her again. She groaned on the way up and moaned on the way down. Once she was seated again with my cock buried inside her, she whimpered and tightened her cunt muscles around my cock. I squeezed one of her large breasts and caressed its smooth and sensitive skin. Goosebumps of delight arose on it. When I rolled her nipple with my thump, she moaned and I felt her cunt quiver. I slipped the hard pink button into my mouth and sucked hard on it. It must have sent an electric-like charge through her body because she arched her back and hissed with pleasure. I cupped both breasts and alternated between sucking, licking and biting each of her nipples. No longer able to maintain her tortoise like pace, she had both her hands on my chest and was really fucking me hard. She picked up speed as her orgasm approached and I thrust my hips up to meet hers. She huffed, "I...uh... love....oh...your...ah...hard...aw... cock...ooh." Suddenly, she stopped with my cock fully embedded insider her pussy. Her entire pelvic constricted with her orgasm and threatened to snap my cock in two, I cried out. Throwing back her head, she howled with climatic delight at the rising moon while I continued thrusting my cock into her pussy through her orgasm, extending it. She crumbled into a trembling heap on my chest and I let her rest there. I stroked her hair and murmured sweet things about how beautiful and sexy I found her. After a bit, she raised her head off my chest and gazed at me with love in her eyes. I knew she was ready and I wrapped my arms around her torso and rolled her onto her back. Lifting her legs, I placed them over my shoulders and pushed my hard cock once again inside my wife. I went deeper than even she thought possible, she acknowledged with a groan. I gave her a moment to adjust to my girth with my weight bearing down on her. I was careful to avoid hurting her with the pressure I was putting on her pussy. My balls rested against her pretty pink pucker. Slowly, I began to pump my cock in and out of her. My wife clutched the blanket with a death grip. I savored the moment. The exultation I got from my wife willingly giving herself to me and the emotional connection we shared during the physical act of love. I enjoyed the pleasure of penetrating her pussy, feeling the warm wetness as her cunt wrapped itself tightly around my cock. I drove my cock into the depths of her cunt over and over again. I felt my orgasm building and said as much to Delia. She responded by wrapping her arms and legs tightly around my body, thrusting her hips to meet mine. Kissing my neck, she whispered hotly in my ear, "Fill my pussy with your cum, Lover." I pounded her pussy to a pleasurable pulp with rapid machine-like thrusts. I rose up on my arms for better leverage as my wife dug her nails into my ass, trying to get more of my cock into her pussy. The angle of my pelvic put pleasurable pressure on her clit and began to build another orgasm in her core. She shook her head from side-to-side and babbled incoherently as her orgasm began to rise. Soon her cunt was convulsing around my cock in warm wet spasms, she screeched in joyful release, "Ohhhh, cum." I buried my cock into her with a final thrust. My testicles contracted then exploded in the depths of her pussy, shooting spurt after spurt of cum. I hollered, "Cumming!" Collapsing with a grunt of blessed release, my cock softened and slipped from Delia's slick snatch. I rolled onto my back and caught my breath as she once again curled up next to me. Totally spent, neither of us moved for a long time. We lay wrapped in the warm afterglow of our love-making. All the fear, all the doubts, all the bitterness were gone. I knew I would fully recover. I kissed my wife deeply. My eyes caressed her natural beauty, her hair was a tangled mess, her blue eyes were still pleasure glazed, her breasts rose and fell with each breath and my cum oozed from her satisfied slit. I smiled. My wife had never looked so wonderful and I wanted to capture the moment in my mind. I whispered, "I love you Delia. I love you so much." Delia reached up and cupped my scarred cheek and murmured, "I love you, Rico. I love you."