I felt her low hanging tit with my other hand, lifting and weighing the size of it.“Are you ready for the other one?” I asked“Yes but take it sl...w for me”It wasn’t huge by sizes of dildos but for an old woman I thought it was, I squeezed a mighty dollop of KY on to the tip. I looked at her hairy triangle spread far and wide and her big long fat lips and ran the tip of her dildo between her lips until it started to ease in.“Is that alright?” I asked “Just a little more”After a minute, she had. My eyes opened right up and I saw her standing over me in her T-shirt and panties. She sat down on my bed and we talked about what had just happened and how embarrassed I was and how she couldn’t tell anyone. I started to cry – at the time I was painfully shy – and she comforted me. She promised not to tell a sole and we just stayed on the bed holding each other. She started to rub my arm as she held me and it felt real good, as she told me latter she could smell me and it really excited. Gwen knew it was an important event and that she'd be gone for three weeks. Her mother had taken her for not one, but two, shopping trips to the city. On one trip they bought dresses, skirts, blouses and shoes, but on the other trip Mrs. Markham took her virginal daughter to shops unlike Gwen had ever seen.She recognized some of the merchandise at these stores as frilly, finer versions of undergarments she wore everyday. But other items were different. They were frilly and silky, too, but they. “Do I look good?”I didn’t respond. Next, she pulled off her shirt. Again, I gazed at her tits. As she reached to her back to unfasten the fabric, her breasts pointed forward. The bra dropped to the floor, and her exemplary breasts stared me in the face. Her nipples were small and dark brown.Lucy climbed into the waterless bathtub and started peeing again. “Lucy,” I shouted trying not to smile. She laughed. Lucy turned on the water and washed her piss down the drain. I undressed. She nodded her.