"To wear, Laura. I wear them."She looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. "You took my bridal lingerie. To wear. Yourself. Alone." "Y...s" "And wank in?" This was twisting the knife I thought, but Ideserved it. "Yes."Laura thought for a moment. Clearly she had a lot of questions. Iwaited.Actually she had only one. She looked me dead in the eyes. "Do you think of me when you're wearing my lingerie andjerking yourself off?" (She told me later that if I'd so much. She stepped out of her Cadillac and took a look around the neighborhood. She saw me watching and waved. She was 5'6'' and every bit of 250, but it was all in her ass, thighs and tits. Around the middle she was just a little above average. Her boobs were monsters, at least 48DDs. She was a black girl in dasiey dukes and a shirt cut low enough to slow off her massive tits.I took the mail into the house and beat off at the front door. Over the next few weeks I saw her off and on, and waved. "Harder!" I cried wildly now, my face unrecognisable in comparison to the one he'd met just a few hours ago. Miss Goody Two Shoe's proverbial clit was swelling as we accepted the fate that was our growing orgasm. "Yes, fucking yesss!! Finger fuck my cunt til it squirts!" I howled. He wondered as he stepped it up a gear, if in a minute, he might actually hurt me. "Fucking hurt it!" I screamed as if I might have read his mind. Harder and faster now, he caused a noise to escape my throat, one I. We were chatting for a couple of minutes when she looked at her watch.I thought she had to leave.Instead she asked me if I had time for lunch,so we could talk some more.I said, I have all day.We caught up ,her husband died about 5 years earlier and I was divorced again about 8 years earlier.I figure Carol to be about 70 to maybe 75 years old.As I looked at her I thought she still looks good for that age. She told me she always enjoyed our talks and that I was still a very handsome man.I got a.