Jim had been out of town for four days and she needed me to help rearrange furniture, so after work I drove to their house. When Peggy opened the door... my eyes about popped out of my head and my cock stiffened in about one second. She was wearing one of those thong swimsuits. You know, the suits that are just cloth ribbons that barely cover nipples and asshole and slit. And every curve of Peggy's body was tan and gorgeous. "I'm using the sunlamp. Whatya think of my tan?" she asked, spinning. It had to be Alexander, but it couldn't be. He was dead. Theron had searched through every inch of their home's rubble. But the boy that set next to him now was the spitting image of Alexander. He had the same pale skin, and the same raven hair. Even the same soft eyes, though this boy did not look happy or kind, he looked lost."I wouldn't pay any mind to them," the boy spoke softly, in the same soft voice Alexander had, "They're drunks, and often babble. There's no such thing as the black. I quickly pulled my pants back up. The guy came in and stood in front of the TV screen, dropped in some tokens and pulled his cock out and started stroking. I was mesmerized by this. I, as usual, couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. He was stroking with his left hand, that’s why I noticed the wedding band. I tried but couldn’t see his face. I guess he saw me peering through the hole. He started to turn around. Scared that I had been caught staring, I quickly sat back in my chair. I didn’t want. I got out from underneath the tree and she smiled and made a remark about how more men should wear tights and pantyhose to keep them warm.She made me an espresso and I dragged the Christmas tree out to the end of the driveway for pick-up. By now the snow had turned to freezing rain and the road was covered with a thin layer of ice. I returned and joined her at the kitchen table while we watched the news report on the weather. I noticed that my mother-in-law kept her long legs out to the side.