Widow Smith was right about me. Like her dead husband I too was a horn dog and as we hugged I could feel my cock stir and begin to harden. “You are ...the only one who knows about this and I need to keep it a secret. If this got out it would destroy not only my life but those around me.” I softly said as we continued to hug.I feel Widow Smith take a deep breath in and she steps back away from me. Her eyes lock onto mine and then she slowly lowers them and stares at my hardening cock for several. Krissy looked up at me and smiled her beautiful smile and took my cock in her mouth again. Her fingers worked wonders inside me. The pleasure I was feeling, which usually only came from my cock, seemed to be coming from my entire lower body. My legs tingled and occasionally twitched involuntarily. The deep, deep pleasure that my swelling prostate produced was almost too much to handle. Krissy was driving me wild; there was no way I could hold back much longer. But somehow, Krissy still refused. She stands up and asks me to zip her up. The zipper goes from the small of her back to her neck and I have to move her lovely blonde locks to one side to ensure I don't get them caught in her zip as I fasten it for her. It hits home at this point that the next person to touch the zip will be Martin, but to undo it rather than do it up. I want her so bad, that gorgeous body, my cock is getting stiff, but I can't have her. Tonight she is isn't mine. I hang around, I pretend I am not looking, but. ”“That certainly quieted the room,” Ally said joining us. “I was watching and Michael never took even a sip of wine.”“I like it more than I should,” mom admitted. “It’s a good relaxer after a day of making sure the correct person has the proper outfit on.”“I will drink to that,” I said hoisting my water bottle. Jenn clinked hers to mine. “Everyone looked properly dressed.”“I thought so too,” I said. “You are the hostess with the mostess.”“Well, its two pm, we just ate a nice late lunch. What.