I clamber over the gate, approach the vehicle and almost display mirth since the courier has his hands elevated in surrender. It is good to know that ...e still instill fear in our countrymen. I approach his door, he lowers his window and stutters, “I ... I ... I need a signature for this package.” And hands me a clipboard and pen.I query, “Do you also need identification?”He stutters again, “No ... No ... No ... Miss I know who you are.”I hand him the clipboard, he hands me the package and. Host, or whatever capacity he was acting in the evening (most likely I suspected, lecher) did eventually turn his face towards me, I recognised that I was looking at the bastard who'd been responsible for the death of my wife.Okay, so now we have to digress even further, and get the part over that I really do not enjoy talking about. The time when I have to admit to the World and its Aunt, that I had been taken for a bleeding ride. This is not easy you know!Elaine and I had been happily married. I felt goosebumps forming all over my body as her kisses came closer and closer to my dick. I felt it slowly go erect in anticipation, but she kissed down my leg instead. She released the cuff on my ankle, and then kissed it. Then she kissed up my foot to my toes.One by one, she sucked and licked each of my toes. It tickled a bit, but it also turned me on for some strange reason.When she kissed back up my leg, my breathing turned ragged. Her hand caressed my dick, and brought it to her mouth.. ..to p-put...your c-cock up my ass.” “Say ‘Please’.” She must have known that was coming, but for some reason it made her sobbing increase. “Oh...god!” she whimpered, “Please put your cock...up my ass!” So I did. Everything about her was petite, so it took time and patience to get my cock fully buried in her passage. From the moment I entered her Carol began to writhe and arch her back as if she was expecting it to hurt terribly—and I think she was surprised when it didn’t, even when I had.