.. listen, it's been a long time. I have no idea how do this properly, but you find me attractive. I know you do." I always have." Yeah." So ... you'd... best get to the point, Laney, in case I get the wrong idea." I want to fuck you." Okay, that's more direct." I want to fuck you. Here and now, because I like you, because I've lost my husband, because I know you want to, and because I've just been so fucking horny since he died." Why are you still talking?" There's one more." Oh?" Yeah. I want to. "You can come in after we take our showers and get cleaned up if you want. I'll let you know when we're done." Thanks."About an hour later, I saw Sandy standing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around her waving me into the room. I grabbed my shaving kit and a towel and hurried into the room, trying not to limp.I saw Sandy look at me with what could have been sadness or maybe pity. Then she caught herself and smiled. "Good, you have a towel. I was afraid I was going to have to let you have. But for those who have had a chance to try it out..i should say its awesome..its the best thing you could do on earth before you could hit the grave.So here is my one time true experience with my mom...My mom is one of those typical Indian women who always d****d themselves in the traditional saree and there is nothing better an Indian woman can wear.My mom was the average kind of woman..not too fat but not on the skinny side either.Her breasts were of 38D nice wide hips and long legs.Her. And it all becomes easier for them once they accept their fate. That seemsto be the case with the latest arrival. She's a striking, curvy brunette withpendulous breasts and pouting red lips. She tries not to make eye contact withme. It's not that she doesn't want to…its that she fears what will berevealed if she does. If that makes sense to you, then you understand whatkind of girl this is. …gee, do you want a job here? Her pretty green eyes are already pouring out their tears, painting.