He came deep in her pussy and as she headed home, his cum dripped down into her panties, which she hardly ever wore. She picked up the panties, and be...ng the cum slut she is, she licked the dry cum from the panties. She moaned as she did it and licked and sucked until the crotch of her panties were soaked. She threw them back in the basket and refocused on what she would wear tonight. She quickly picked out a black squirt that fit her like spandex and barely covered where her butt cheek meets. They married soon after, and he found that sharing her pregnancy was far more fulfilling than the selfish pursuits he had always engaged in. The birth of his daughter was the first moment of true, untainted joy he had ever felt. It was to be short lived, unfortunately, as things went bad quickly with his wife. They split up before Cindy turned one, and then things went from bad to worse. Her friends encouraged her to fight him every step of the way, and the result was Jay facing bankruptcy by. She didn’t see her mother, but she saw a Christmas Bow on the door to her mother’s bedroom. She neared it and heard her mother call out “Crystal? Is that you? Open the door and come on in.”Crystal did as she was told and opened the door. The room was lit with candles and the scent of Jasmine filled the room. On the bed, with a red bow around her waist, was Karen, wearing a black negligee that Crystal had given her a few months earlier. She didn’t look at all motherly, she looked exciting. She didn’t care for anything frilly, and was a wearer of tights (pantyhose) as opposed to stockings and suspenders (garters). When she hung out her underwear it was a row of beige bras and panties, almost industrial by design. She definitely preferred comfort over styling.I would visit my grandmother at least a couple of times a year, staying for a week or two to break up the monotony of school holidays. My grandmother was a very beautiful woman in her youth, and still a handsome woman in her.