From now on you are my Master and I’m your sex slave. Please make me do disgusting things like my husband used to.”I exploded in her depths. It wa... a copious amount too. I hadn’t cum in a woman since the night before my wife died. I felt each and every squirt that was ejected from my body and landing inside her body. It was as if my senses had been heightened. Cumming in Allison was exactly what I had needed and I assumed that she needed me to take her husband’s place.I kissed Allison and said,. As soon as he came up his eyes were all over Kristy."Mom lets have some wine," My daughter suggested."Kristy, I'm driving, I can't drink." Just one glass, it won't make a difference."Throughout my short conversation with Kristy I noticed the waiter kept looking at her breasts which were outlined in her skimpy top. It sort of made me a little jealous, not once did he look at me!"Ok, just one glass. We'll take two glasses of red wine," I said to him."Can I see your ID," Again he only looked at. Mom’s hand slid up my face until her fingers were entwined in my hair. My kiss eased and then I was once more hungry. I fed greedily. I was hungry for the taste of the woman who now held me in her hands. My hands were circled around Mom’s waist. I started to trail my right hand up along her spine, feeling her skin beneath the material of her dress. My fingers caught on her bra strap and settled there. My other hand headed south and settled on the upper curve of her ass. Her butt was solid and. For just an instant she saw the man she’d married in the days of their youth. 6’6′ tall, so broad shouldered he had trouble walking through doorways. A body of muscles from neck to toes. He wore his blond hair short. She used to tease him about the color being so different from the flaming red hair of his Scottish ancestors, suggesting that perhaps a passing Swede had been loose in the neighborhood. The vision was gone, replaced by reality. His back was a trifle stooped, his gait just a tad.