“Better stop. . . . I don’t want to . . . mess up your hand,” Jeff said helplessly. “It’s okay. Go ahead!” was my immediate, whispered re...ly, even as I wondered to myself how I would clean up. I resumed pumping Jeff’s rock-hard shaft, and almost immediately his body tensed and jerked, much as mine had moments earlier. I slowed my strokes and was aware of his cock pulsing in the palm of my hand – and then my right hand was bathed in Jeff’s warm, sticky semen. It felt so wonderful to me that I. I noticed a dim light coming from where he said the bedroom was and started towards it.There he was, laying under the covers, a tent from the bedsheet where his penis was.I walked to the end of the bed, put my hands on the sheet and slowly crawled towards him.I ran my hands over the sheet to his manhood and slowly played with it, letting the sheet smoothly rub on it. He threw his head back and moaned a little, "yes".I crawled up further until my ass was over his bulge. I moved the dress to flow. I finally found my way up here, and I'm glad I did." My husband was killed in France, at a place called Belleau Wood. Mr. Winslow told me that the French are going to rename the woods Bois de la Brigade de Marine, sometime later this year.At noon, Etna prepared lunch and the couple sat down to eat. After they finished eating, Henry helped with cleaning up and doing the dishes. When everything had been put away, Henry reluctantly knew it was time for him to go.Etna showed him to the door. "I. So now things were complete. I slept with Bob in my nightgown on satinsheets, then every day arose and fully dressed and made myself up to bepresentable as a perfect old fashioned housewife. The cooking andcleaning continued along with my services to Bob and even Carol attimes when she would have me under her skirt to service her orally!They seemed more than pleased with their little Priscilla and over timeI eventually got used to my new situation. But my bust continued togrow!Carol continued.