All I cared about was his mouth mauling my nipple and his fingers digging into my cunt. And I wanted a chance at what looked like a wild animal moving... inside his pants. I hadn’t had cock filling my mouth since Thursday and it was feeling bereft. And the thought of him masturbating to my pictures was making me so hot I felt combustible. When he finally dropped his pants and shoved me to my knees, I fell on his cock like a starving beast. It was short and so meaty I almost couldn’t get my mouth. Smiling warmly, she slowly removed my (her) panties. I wore nothing but her panties now. She pulled them all the way down. "Step out dear."I did. Naked in front of her. She smiled at me. My dick seemed so tiny. "Go into the bedroom and wait for me. Stand in the corner you naughty girl." I followed her instructions. It was about a ten minute wait. Now I was semi hard. The silences were scary. What was coming? What was she thinking? Remembering how I broke down in front of her last. I put both outfits out on the bed, step back, and evaluate. I decide to go with the short skirt because I'm feeling a little naughty, and want to cross and uncross my legs tonight. When I cross and uncross, eyes follow my legs like the back and forth of a tennis match. Now the real question is panties or no panties. I do love the look on a mans face when I tease him a little and he realizes that he's just seen my pussy in public, wondering if anyone else saw it or if it was just for him. No. Over the course of ten years of their marriage he simply drank himself to death, one quart of corn whiskey at a timeAunt Maude, after burying him with few tears, said, "Once is enough for any woman to suffer through a marriage. She went on about her life as a not too grieved widow. She was a good-looking woman, somewhat "Junoesque" in size, but not fat.She was a big, healthy, good-looking blonde woman who was able to do a man's work and did it on her small farm. Because most men found her.