After a few momentsof studying my face she finally said, "You're her aren't you? Missy'sstepmother?"I fought the urges to tell her everything, but I c...uldn't, so I justnodded. "Please, I saw the picture on the license she had in her purse." I, I have to know that she's safe, and loved." I finally answeredwithout lying to her. "But she can't know that I'm here, please don'ttell her. This is her journey, she has to walk her own path." Well if she stays with Tim she won't have to worry about. I make visits to my business interests a couple of times a year. Most of the time I pursue other interests: writing, wood work, photography, and blacksmithing," I told him."Well you should have plenty of time to write while that leg is healing," he told me before he left. My head was still buzzing. I closed my eyes again, as I was tired, and was gone againDay 4The next time I woke up, it was morning. Shortly a cute, young nurse came in with a tray, and asked, "Are you ready for breakfast?". , go in the bedroom, take them off, and get in the bed after you take them off.” She told me she had three c***dren asleep in another bedroom and led me to a bedroom to undress. I took my pants, shoes, socks, and underwear off as everything was soaking wet, and crawled under the covers to try to warm up. Wilma came in and picked up my clothes and it was then I saw she did not have any panties on and I saw clearly her pussy, my first clean shot of a woman’s cunt. Instantly my cock grew to its. The mound stiffened as fingers squeezed, tickled, and played. Did Katie move? Yes, she moved. Whether the girl moved voluntarily or as a result of reflexive action mattered not now. When she moved, her panties opened enough for several of Pops’ fingers to find their way inside the thin fabric. These fingers were drawn magnetically towards a wet opening. They worked their way inside where moisture attacked them and coated them with sticky feminine wetness. Pops’ fingers explored the hot,.