There was something else there, but I didn't know what it was.She smiled, her radiant smile, reached behind her back and took my hand."Come," she said...leading me out of the kitchen. We climbed the stairs and my excitement returned. What was she going to do now?Her hand dropped mine when we entered MY bedroom. Mom walked over to the messy bed, turned and, looking at me in my eyes, dropped her sweat pants. Jesus, her pussy was gorgeous. Full, shiny, dark pubic hair gave me only hints of her. I received the impression her widowhood was not unwelcome.She took over the running of her husband’s business, and soon acquired a wide knowledge of the trade links between Venice, the Levant, and the Balkans.She eventually sold the estate, and put the money into a consortium of successful Merchant Venturers based in Venice.One lunchtime we stopped for refreshments at a pavement kiosk. While we sat on a bench, watching the ebb and flow of the populace, Signora Claudia Garibaldi – she had. This was getting me excited, so I turned back to my newly-made exhibitionist, still displaying her assets for me. I instructed her to think of me as her lover and she immediately rose and sat on my lap. Covering my face with little kisses, she began to unbutton my shirt. I reached out and did the same, wanting a piece of her. Her tits were small, and just as firm as I had hoped. They stood out from her chest as if supported by an invisible bra, and her nipples were hard and warm. She moaned as. She was a nosy old cow that hated to see anyone else enjoying themselves."That is no way to talk about Mrs. Carey," mum snapped back, "she's just concerned is all." Yeah, with everyone else's business." dad retorted, "I tell you that woman is a menace, every other word that comes out of her mouth is malicious gossip about someone and I really don't believe a quarter of what she says is actually true. Mrs. Carey is a mean, bitter old woman!" She's just lonely." mum muttered."Is it any wonder!".