She turned the radio off, the Beatles fading away to be replaced by the whoosh, whoosh of the wiper blades. Without the rain, the tears flowed freely ...and she waited and waited for them to finally stop before pulling away from the curb near the graves and leaving the cemetery. Driving down the road, she stopped at the same Italian grocery as she did every Saturday to get her food for the week. Prosciutto, provolone, crusty bread, spaghetti, olives and for Sunday breakfast, two cannoli… they all. That was when he surprised me by asking, "So, have you thought aboutwhat I said the other day?"I just blinked and pretended I didn't know what he was talking about."What?" You know. The other day. About me...you know. The baby....thing. Haveyou thought about it?" It's pretty much all I've thought about." So what have you been thinking?"I sighed. I took the bottle and poured myself a drink, downing it beforeI answered. I knew I had to be careful. My new body didn't handlealcohol anywhere near as. Once in the house, standing close to each other, she bit her lower lip, “So, mister, what are you going to do to a bad farmer’s daughter?” Without a word, I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me. I loved how my hands felt on her round firm ass as I kneaded her through the thin frayed material of her tight jeans. She continued rubbing her pussy against my cock, moving up and down. “Mmmmmmm, you’re bringing out the badness in me, mister.” I then put my hands on the back of her head and kissed. She seemed to be enjoying the feel of my skin.I lasted maybe to minutes before telling her “I’m going to cum.” She stroked more firmly and I started shooting white stuff into the air. It landed on my chest and then four more spurts followed landing on my tummy. Pat was grinning like a kid with a new toy. She gradually slowed her stroking and stopped.“Will it get soft now?” she asked. She grabbed for the tissues and began cleaning up the mess.“Maybe, I said. But I was pretty horny. I.