” I whisper to her as I bend down and kissed her plush red lips and start to thrust my hip gently while pushing my cock in and out of her tight vir...in cunt, driving deeper and faster with each thrust. “ Oh, Fuck Sally your so fucking tight, damn it feel so damn good to finally be buried deep inside of you!” I whisper to her as Sally back arched and she tighten her legs around my body causing me to sink deeper into her. “ mmmmmmm ahhh... that its Mac stretch my virgin pussy… mmmmmmm... that it. “Ah,” I said. “I’m a photographer in the media department there.”“Oh,” she said. “Have you lived here a while?”“Well, about two years,” I said.I’d moved in after the death of my wife, Theresa, from breast cancer. I took it hard, and fell into a depression after she passed. Maintaining the house we had once shared became too much work. I was barely hanging on. After getting an inflated bill from the city for mowing my neglected lawn, I finally gave up, and admitted to myself that I needed to get. She asked if it was because of her. I was beet red and just nodded my head ‘yes.’ She asked if it happened a lot and I again nodded ‘Yes.’ She asked if it got hard like that how did it get down agian. Now I was really embarrassed. I just kind of shrugged my shoulders. She then asked a really personal question. She asked if I ever played with it. I didnt want to tell her that I jerked off a lot so I just shrugged again. She asked if she could see it. I told her no way. She kept on saying finally. I could look out of the windows and see quite a bit of the countryside.I saw a car enter the grounds and I heard it pull up to the front.Then I heard The Voices that upper crust accent of two of Marjorie's friends arriving. It was 'Daaaaarlinggggg this' and 'Daaaaarlinggggg that', I was glad that I was out of it and hoped that Marjorie wouldn't introduce them to us.Fortunately, she didn't but I lay awake and could occasionally hear them depending where they were located. Soon the car left and I.