Haven’t I…Daddy?”I pulled her to me and buried my face in her breasts as tears came to my eyes. My wife had told me before her death that I woul...d find the perfect replacement for her…someday. I think I had.I took Cheryl’s hand and led her through the house to my bedroom and to my bed…the one that I had shared with my wife for over thirty-five years.As I undressed, Cheryl looked at the picture frame that I keep on my end table. It was of my wife on our wedding day. Cheryl looked at it, kissed. Of course it did occur to me that you might be thinking the same thing.’ With that she stood up and reached out her hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom. She started to take her clothes off, but I stopped her and said, ‘No, let me do it.’ I put my arms around her and pulled her tight to me and I could feel she was stiff as a board. ‘Lisa, look at me.’ She looked down and I kissed her full on the lips and gradually I could feel her loosen up a bit and get into the kiss herself. When we. You were wrong, babushka.Baba Yaga is real, just not as ugly. ***Mary had a couple of her friends with her. She had heard about the newdrug supplier that was running out of the strip club. It should havebeen easy, grab some dope, disappear.It was the kind of gambit that would work once.But forethought was never the strong suit of anyone assembled.The big man and the unmistakable red hair exited the building. Theclothes were different, The ass and pink tattoo was not.Roxx? ***The music started. Black and Latino yes but not like this. Her smile got bigger and she moved forward to kneel in front of me and take my semi hard penis in her mouth. Her almond eyes glanced up at my face as she began to expertly pleasure it.As my little head took over, I decided that this was supposed to happen so I’d better just go along for the ride, one that I thought might get pretty interesting.It sure did as she presented her tight little ass to me on the bed and said, “You take!” No normal man with an.