During the months and years that followed, her family and John's became close friends. Mr. Mueller, a widower, had staked a claim just to the southeas... of town where he would farm. His daughter, Britta, would be the new teacher in the school next year, and his John would help him on the farm. Often Mr. Mueller would come to town and chat with the other men at the mercantile while waiting for Leah's father to fill the order. And just as often, John would accompany him. There, hiding shyly behind. She was a 40 year old widow, her husband was killed in a car accident shortly after they were married. For her age she was a handsome woman a well rounded brunette with full bouncing tits and a high firm arse. My wife hinted that she was 'a goer' in her day, flirted shamelessly, and would have had no shortage of men to satisfy her.I had already worked that out for myself. She was only with us a day or two when I sensed she was up for it. Sitting across from me while watching TV she frequently. She was already thinking about getting the pretty girl in bed. Loraine ordered a drink and then she stretched out on the lounge. Douglas returned to his book and they took in the rays of the sun. Douglas noticed that one of the college guys working there as a cabana boy leaned over and whispered something in Loraine’s ear. She smiled at nodded and then the guy walked away. Minutes later Loraine stood up and excused herself. ‘Excuse me Douglas, I need to go to the locker room,’ she said.. My husband too has come with me, but he is away at work. So I have the entire day to myself. As there was nothing to do here, I was walking the passage. I saw your room, and I do not know why, but I knocked on your door.”“Come again, did I hear what you just said?” I was very mystified.“Yes and no,” she replied, looking straight into my eyes deeply once again.I was beginning to feel strange once more. What is this?This was incredible. “Suppose you tell me who you are,” I said.“I am Sonia.