When they had satisfied each other they showered together and he helped her fix supper because it was getting to be that time. He had to ask, “What ...ade that happen?”She gave the saddest smile, “My husband had been sick and mostly bedridden for a while. He called me in one afternoon and said he suddenly felt a lot worse. Maybe he should go to the hospital. A storm like the one we just had arrived and he died in my arms during it. I called 911 but there was nothing they could do. I have that. Half way to the door, she stopped. "I know you are just dying to feel my pussy aren't you." When Tim nodded, She walked back to him and took his hand in hers, guiding it between her legs. She allowed him to take one swipe the length of her wet open channel. She guided his middle finger in a little bit so he could tell he was actually feeling her pussy opening, then pulled his hand back. "Now you know in your own mind that you have felt your mother's tits and pussy. That should give you enough. I hoped, perhaps, that he wouldn’t feel my swollen nipples through his corduroy blazer. Leaning my cheek against his chest as I was too small to reach his shoulder I too began to deeply inhale his scent. It was an intoxicating mix of sweat, the school itself and books, yes books. I loved the smell of books. Drawing in again and again this heady potion I closed my eyes and relaxed into his body.I could have slept, there and then in his comforting embrace. If it wasn’t for my body playing host to. .. I want you to relax and let me in ... ' My resistance ebbed and I sighed deeply as Bruce pressed steadily and his male member started to part my anal flower successively. My lips parted in a silent moan as Bruce traveled thru my anal sphincter tube and his penile glans enter my rectum. I moaned in ecstasy as my anal sphincter closed behind Bruce's penile ridge and squirmed slightly as I felt Bruce penile shaft throb in pleasure! Bruce laid still, not moving, allowing my anus to adjust to.