From what I could gather, Eleanor was a fine woman and her husband treated her like shit. He didn’t abuse her or anything like that, but took her fo... granted and always talked to her in a demeaning way. If I had said some of the things he said to my departed wife, Emma, I would have gotten a cast iron skillet to the side of my head, and deserved it. Now, you wonder, how did I get all this good information? The ratio of single women to single men in communities such as Black Water was very. ”Phil stopped chewing and thought, mainly about anything he could say that was an absolute secret. A weird surge of adrenaline consumed him as he thought what many schoolboys his age was the unthinkable - he would be completely honest. Not like ‘honest,’ like actually honest. Not the honest people liked to hear.Phil swallowed his bite of food. “I like a challenge.” he began, surprising even himself. “When I saw you there, at the library, hunched up like that, it only made me more curious. I’ve. "DAMN, MOM" was all he said, then he again went to his knees and grabbed my panties at the waist and slowly pulled them down, exposing my smooth shaved pussy and the cum that had spread over my crotch. He just stared at the sticky mess that was my pussy and then looked at the gusset of my panties and touched a finger to the goo accumulated there and brought his finger to his lips and tasted my discharge. He then went glassy eyed and gently pushed me back on my bed until I was lying with my feet. I watch and wonder if that smile that plays at the corners of her mouth are from memories of last night or from days long past or perhaps of her future. She takes a deep breath sort of a wake up from the thoughts or sweet memories and returns to the vast amount of work waiting for her input and analysis. I think she is a bit too dedicated but that is just me. I too return to my work and try to focus on my own tasks and not on her lest I displease my boss. As the end of the day approaches I once.