To say we were all devastated is an understatement. When she passed away, I felt that my heart had been punctured and it fluttered to the pit of my st...omach before reforming its pieces into a lead weight that didn’t shift.After the funeral, Jermaine sat me down on the tapestry sofa in our lounge and vowed that he would always look after me. He said that when he adopted me, he’d taken that particular commitment very seriously indeed.For weeks after Mum’s death, I was lost and I knew that Jermaine. After a couple of days, he asked me to come to his place as no one will be there at his home that day.Finally that day came n he came to pick me up, I was wearing a white loose colour top without a bra and black colour jeans. As we entered his room, he hugged me tightly from back saying I wanted to fuck you baby so hard since the day I saw you. As I too was waiting to have sex with him, I too didn’t oppose. I just smiled and said same here. He put me on the floor and admired my beauty with. She had not seen me and when she turned to answer my call I saw his face open and reflect the joy of seeing me again.No sooner had it started I put my hand on her naked thigh.Caressing my hand went up under her skirt and found her panties which began to be slightly moist.With one finger drew back her panties and my hand clapped over her hairy pussy. I found her wet cave in which two fingers penetrated.We arrived to a nice pavilion where she parked:This is where I live with my husband. He is at. I had never been a shy one, and being in the bedroom with Jean while wearing only my panties and bra was no big deal. Jean almost always wore a robe when she wasn’t fully clothed, but now I stripped to my underwear whenever we were in the room together. If she questioned it, I told her I was more comfortable like that, and I began berating her for being prudish by covering up all the time. And then, more and more often, I’d go topless, wearing only my panties. I started noticing her staring at.