Mrs. Agatha Primgrass to be specific, the bereaved widow of the recently departed editor of the local newspaper.Blackie recalled the soft feel of her ...haunches rubbing hard into his groin as she left town only a few short days ago.There she was!Agatha Primgrass was still wearing the standard black garb of mourning widows. She had deleted most of the frills such as gloves and veil. The widow was also sporting under her widow's garb the most sexy of lacy pink undies and absolutely no corset to. I am nowhere near a beauty queen in anyway, and Im comfortable with that. I’m just the ‘housewife next door,’ but for some reason, he made me feel sexy. We stayed on the phone till I pulled into the parking lot. I could feel my heart in my chest, and my whole body was shaking. He got out of his SUV, and walked towards my car, smiling. He was dressed casual from his day of golfing, and he looked amazing. I noticed the eyes right away, more then anything. He looked directly at me when he talked. Debbie managed to call my cell phone while her husband showered and she told me that she hoped my aunt had taken care of me today and how much she missed it being her. She said she would try to get away tomorrow while he worked on his car and meet me for a quickie out at the tenant house about 1. She had to hang up before he surprised her, but she told me that she had thought about me all day long and she had become very wet.Sunday morning dawned and I woke to the sun pouring in through my. She wanted to push her own boundaries, do the things she had only written about, but it was scary. Very scary.She had taken to wearing only a sleep shirt or nothing at all when wandering the apartment, the idea of covering up making little sense, other than comfort, after the few times during which she had been completely under his control. She had not written anything for quite a while, though, not in a couple weeks. She was just not ready to share about any of this, and her other stories.