She twirled her tongue around the head then down the shaft to my balls. She took my balls in her mouth and held them there. She let go of my balls and... attacked my cock with vigor. She put as much as she could in her mouth and sucked. I grabbed her hair and started fucking her face. I was going slowly because I didn’t want to choke her. After a few strokes I couldn’t hold back any longer and started face fucking her faster. She gagged and I stopped. She looked up at me and said ‘why did you. "I think a long dress would be more suitable for a funeral, don't you?" Oh yes, a grieving widow would hardly wear a mini skirt, would she?" She probably wouldn't wear a sheer black thong either, David, but it's called poetic license."She stood for a moment, looking at herself in her full length mirror before going into a walk in wardrobe and coming out again wearing a small black hat with a face veil."How's that?" she asked."Perfect," I answered truthfully, "Except possibly for the panties.". I was naked and didn’t even realize it being so pissed off. But she did, as we stood there I watched her eyes gawking at my dick, the little bitch was interested in it. With one final attempt I grabbed her by the arm pulling her halfway across the bed before she pulled back leaving me with a handful of bathrobe. Still yanking hard the robe let loose from her arm causing her to swirl sideways and then the robe was coming off. I was screaming at her for invading my privacy while shaking her by. She told me her husband works a lot and because she was from a small town she would need to be discrete, that being the reason she would only sleep with men not from the area. We kept chatting for about 30 minutes and i had a feeling it would end with just that because it didn’t feel like anything was going to happen. Just as i finished my coffee and decided i would probably just thank her for the company and be on my way she looked at me and said softly “aren’t you going to fuck me?” i wasn’t.