“Oh, he’s in Boston, but I fear he is quite busy pushing up daisies.” At my curious look, she continued, “He’s been dead these several years... Caroline. I am a widow.”I apologized profusely, which she waved off as unnecessary. “I am curious,” I admitted. “You are not many years older than I, so how can you be a widow several years.”“Well, you see, I married when I was your age, at sixteen, but within our first year found myself widowed. Michael died nigh on four years ago, so the pain is gone,. Beth and her daughter used to fuck the next door neighbor's son. He had a nice thick nine inch cock. He would eat their pussy as they took turns sucking his cock and deep throating him. They taught him to be a great lover. He loved Beth's DDD tits and her daughter's D tits. He loved to tit fuck them as one would fuck his ass with three fingers. Beth would tongue fuck his ass as her daughter sucked his cock. The boy loved it and would sneak over at night to watch them lick and suck each other. I had shifted up yet another gear. I cleared my throat and changed into reverse. ‘So why no wife?’ I could tell he was assimilating my previous statement whilst answering the last. ‘The woman I loved married another guy,’ he said suddenly slightly downbeat. ‘Oh God, that’s really sad,’ I said almost in a cry. ‘No it’s not,’ he answered quickly. ‘She is very happy and with the guy she really loves.’ I wanted to ask more but felt I had already delved into some tricky territory. I had to get. ‘Happy birthday Randy, I will give you your gift tomorrow.’ After she left, I went up to my room. Looking out my window I saw Doris sitting on a lounge chair by the pool. She was wearing a slingshot swimsuit which left little to the imagination. She was rubbing lotion on her arm, watching her slowly move her hand up her arm, I removed my shorts. Moving closer to the window, I saw her hand glide across her shoulder then down to her chest. Taking the bottle of lotion in her other hand, she.