As she left the room to shower and change, she spoke over her shoulder.“It’s been a while since my husband died and I’ve not had an opportunity ...ince then to master a man. While I’m showering, think about what will happen when I return to this room. The description that I gave you of my time with my husband was pretty close to what you will experience today.“I guess that the main difference will be a question of severity. I intend, as I said, to break you. To do this I will need to paddle - and. He had a cock not shorter that 20 cm my uncle, and he squirted his cum so deep in throat that the so called "swallowing” was not necessary; the whole load went down directly. He told me “you’re wonderful darling”, he went back upstairs, and I enjoyed for the the first time the pleasure to lie down wearing stockings, smocking a cigarette with my stomach full of cum. I say now “the pleasure”, but at that time you can immagine how I felt, and how many mixed feeling and strengths were struggling. I decided to lay down completely on the towel where I was starting to show a small bulge. After a few minutes I heard some people walk up behind me,it sounded like more than a couple people so I opened my eye's to see a small gang of guys and girls. They all looked like college friends. I was a little worried now as there was an audience next to me while I wore my panty. I looked over several times and they were playing some game together. I continued to look at them and a few of them were. ' "May I ask you something, Marco?" He nodded. I bit my bottom lip for a few seconds. "May I kiss you, please?" "Yes." I swallowed and moved my head about an inch. He stayed silent for a moment, but then he kissed me on the lips. After five seconds, his lips parted from mine. "There probably isn't anything I wouldn't do for you, Sloan. So, don't be afraid to ask," he advised me, rubbing my back. "I can ask you for anything?" "Well, I'm not gonna help you bury a body bag with a body occupying.