I was able to push past the depression and tragicness of the death of my wife, and managed to get back on my feet. I got a new, better job; one where ...I can work from home. I payed my bills on time, got her into a nice new school, and even had enough extra money to get us nice clothes and toys for her, and I was even able to take her to Chucky Cheese's for her birthday. Life seemed to be taking a step in the right direction. But the suffering wasnt over. I remember that afternoon so clearly. I. It was an excruciatingly hot day; the cooling ocean breeze had not found us, as we worked installing new support beams at the roof. Watching Tyler’s supple body move the large timbers, eying his powerful muscles strain, on a pulley, or using a chisel to open a mortise for the tenon was very seductive. He was young, hard, and so incredibly sexual. Day had turned to evening, the labor was finished, and Tyler had gone. Stripping of my wet work clothes I started the water in my tub. Living off. The curve of her hips, her butt and her breasts were nothing short of desirable, and her mouth – he longed to taste her lips once again. She noticed her hands were shaking ever so slightly and her chest dipped up and down faster than normal. He could tell she was nervous. He walked up to stand behind her one hand on her hip and pointed to the ocean where she was watching a group of Dolphins dip and jump for the people in the boats. ‘Such beautiful creatures,’ she remarked. ‘Yes.’ He replied.. . pussy face. Yeah, kneel and be a good little girl,” I added, pleased with my first clear instruction.“But I’ll ruin my skirt!” Mary objected.I could tell she was going to say something else and a big part of me was ready to argue with her that it didn’t matter if she ruined her skirt. In that instant, I saw the conversation in my head. Mary would plead to be allowed to just go inside and shut herself in the bathroom to, ‘clean up for me’ and I would give in because I’d become a pushover. Then.