So all I can say is Thank You, from the bottom of my heart. I am a widow now living happily in sin, as man and wife with my eighteen-year-old ever-hor...ny and ever-hard son, and will be present him with a son or daughter of his own shortly, before his nineteen birthday, some seven months down the road. But not all my happiness belongs to the author of the story that helped to get my son thinking that he could get into my panties. Part belongs to my late, overbearing hubby for this new lifestyle. At six-thirty, I rapped lightly on her door and she swung it open, smiling, welcoming me in graciously. She was beginning to become a very nice neighbor, I thought as I handed two bottles of Barlow to her. "I'll be happy to open one if you want," I said and she immediately handed one right back to me as we walked into her kitchen. "Mmm, what's on the menu, Karen?" I asked as I took the cork puller from her. "Manicotti," she said, "and made from scratch, I don't cook from a box or something. She tried a pair of strap heels, and asked me to help her with one of the straps, and she sat, short dress on, legs apart, while Im awkwardly fumbling the strap. At this point she put her other foot on my shoulder, and openly flirting. She could see I was flush, and I quietly finished the strap and stepped out. She asked if I liked what I saw. I just said ‘dude’, looked obscure, and I walked away.After a few more outfits, and a few more shops, we decided on a nice dinner and went to the room. . tutelage,Miss Linda's entire body was as baby-butt smooth as his - - and theirbeloved Mistress. Simon reveled in the warm and wet and silky smoothfeeling his tongue was now able to enjoy.Linda's new hairdo, lingerie, and provocative skirt and shoes had heralready worked up to a frenzy. When she felt Simon's tonguerelentlessly ramming her clit she began shuddering uncontrollably andwithin a mere few seconds was cumming all over his face."Oh my sissy Simonne," Linda squealed with absolute.