I closed the door as she stepped out into my garage wearing just a grin and her wedding ring on a necklace ... nothing else, as promised. She still wo...e the ring even though her husband had passed away about 20 years ago.She looked at my crotch which was as hard as could be; she had learned what really turns me on. I looked at her crotch in return as she stood before me, noticing she had a little growth back on it. Seeing my eyes drift down there she stated. “Sorry, haven’t been able to get. I am that rare law-abiding and hard-working, educated brother you never hear about. I attend Carleton University part-time because I work as a security guard in the Carling sector of Nepean. I live in a neat little apartment in Nepean within walking distance of Baseline Station. Every day I get on the Ottawa City Transportation Bus Number 116 to work or the 117 to school. Talk about specifics, eh? I moved to the town of Ottawa from the City of Boston, Massachusetts, in November of 2009. Fast. I was shocked and I moved back.There was silence for 2 minutes and I looked at her and she gave a naughty smile..I could not control and I started kissing her,it was for about 5 minutes and I came back to normal position.Then I placed my hands on her sholders and was slowly moving my hands into her top while she placed her hand on my pants. I lowered her bra inside her top and staterd grabbing her tits,teasing her nipples for about 15 minutes and all the time she was moaning like “Pleaseee…. ." he pulled the door to let her in and left the wearied girl staring at the gleaming bare surface of the long table and the twelve stiff empty chairs that surrounded it. After a moment of indecision she sat down at the head of the table... no longer believing anything Blodgett said, but still not wanting to leave as long as any chance remained... she put her face down against the cool, almost sensual smoothness of the table and closed her eyes. Did she have the courage to tell her husband what.