God, how she must be hurting, and how she must have suffered all these years.Lori's eyes snapped open in shock and her mouth dropped open in disbelief... and shame."Oh Daddy ... is that what you think, that I hate you and blame you for her death? I never blamed you, Daddy. I knew what she did, better than anyone; I was the last one there with her. I knew you did your best. I never blamed you, and I never, could never, hate you."We haven't talked much since then because ... oh shit, Daddy, I don't. It was this last item that really had me concerned. Certainly, the panties were not for Joan—they were much to large for her, and as we approached the check out counter it struck me that perhaps she intended for me to wear them! I have to say that despite all the humiliation I was suffering, this struck me as just a bit too much. While I may get turned on by a bit of over the knee spanking and ordering around from my pretty wife, there is nothing gay or tv about me and the thought that she. Well one nice fellow was kind enough to stop andoffer me a ride, I'd been standing there for several hours."Where you headed?" the man asked, now what you should know is he was big,I mean really big, I was roughly six foot, give or take an inch or two,and he still towered over me, he had to be 6'7" or 6'8", at least. So Itold him I just needed a ride to the nearest motel. "If you need a placeto stay, I live just in the next town," he offered, and realizing I had nocash, and my credit cards were. Leslie finally pushed me in. Katereally looked good–her obviously generous breasts hanging, and herround ass up in the air so inviting. Once again, I gave in totemptation and got up behind her. She didn’t move. I got my cock outof my pajamas–it was already hard–and put the head on Kate’scunt. She gave a little groan but didn’t move. Otherwise, sheremained in exactly the same position. I pushed in. It was delicious!I pulled out. She was so wet I.