It had sat empty for over a year, the previous owner having died and the family had jsut settled the estate. As we went from room to romm, I began to ...ake more notice of her. Through her shorts and blouse I could see the markings of a once refined woman, that was now a little down on her luck. Something in her voice and the way she handled herself told me she was or had been from quality stock, although I didn't question her. I showed her my plans for painting and touching up the inside as well. "We need to find someone who can please you," I said, my eyes downcast.She slapped my stiff cock with her bare foot. "Please me how?" shedemanded. She kicked me and it hurt."With his cock." My voice was low and faltering. I felt so embarrassedand inadequate. "Make you come." Why can't you make me come?" she continued inexorably. (Oh, how weboth loved this. I knew she was wet.) "You're my husband. Aren'thusbands supposed to fuck their wives and fill them up with hard cock?"She put her toes under. It was then, when you were working away in peace, when you look over your laptop to see her walking towards you. She looked amazing, her dark smooth skin in a pink two piece bikini. Her black hair, with streaks of red, fell just below her shoulders. She was smoking a Marlboro as she walked up to you. You had stopped working. You couldn’t take your eyes off her amazing body. She had curves in all the right places: her ripe breasts generously pushing against the tight bikini top, and her waist. Princess” I say as I softly touch her legs moving upward.She shivers at the name as well as my actions. My fingers play with her g-sting that still remained. I softly touch the fabric making her squirm; I laugh at the fact that she can’t do anything but layback and enjoy what I have in store for her. I put my finger in my mouth and make it nice and wet with spit. I tear the g-string off and slowly circle her pussy lips with the wet finger. She groans for more and I happy comply. I stick my.