The next day she brought me a small tin box. She handed it to me and said, ‘I always figured you’d get this when I died. But now seems as good a t...me as any.’ It was red, the words ‘Love Potion’ on it’s top. It was a tiny tin box. One I’d seen many many times before. One I’d gotten into, read the note, and put it’s contents on my fingers. It was the box that held their wedding rings. For almost twenty three years they’d sat in the box, and I’d get them out and think about a time when my mom. Karen cringed when my hand reached her tight pussy and began to rub it."Keep your legs open," and I began to feel her pussy lips. My finger slowly began to seperate them and move between them.Her pussy became wet from the stimulation. "Get on your hands and knees with your ass towards me. Karen turned around and got on her hands and knees. I kneeled down behind her, the position pushed her ass into my face and she realized that her ass would be fondled.My hands pushed between her legs, "Spread. Some of my friends had seen her on more than one occasion with Bill; dry humping on a dance floor, kissing each other, and even going outside to "get some fresh air".I confronted Jackie and her boy toy Bill in front of her house on one of the nights that she was supposed to having dinner with her girlfriends. I basically told her to go to hell, took my engagement ring back, and sent her down the road. I refused to meet with or talk to her after that night though she called several times.Jackie. I've always encouraged the girls to let customers browse. It's only when they look as though they need help that I think its a good idea to approach them. So, I let them look around. And so did Karen and Beth. Karen was busy tidying a case of coins. Beth was checking marks on some porcelain that we'd bought against her copy of Miller's Guide.If I'm honest, they actually looked a bit over dressed for shopping in the town. It seemed more like they'd been for lunch at some classy restaurant..