Becky was returning from the airport after dropping off her husband. She was feeling guilty about what was about to happen. She didn’t want to cheat...on her husband, but she was consumed with these yearnings that he could not fulfill and had not been able to for a long time. Her pussy was already tingling and wet and had been ever since her husband kissed her goodbye. But she had a tickle in the back of her head and she didn’t know if it was good or bad.She pulled into the driveway and saw. Eve in her own way, secretly admired the handicapped postmistress because she was a God-fearing, hard-working woman in mid-life who had buried two husbands and whose children had all gone away to find their fortunes in other places. It just so transpired that she had witnessed the appointed warlock of the coven addressing poor Mrs. Brown’s bare bottom with his huge tool of depraved deliverance on an early Saturday morning when most of the young maids were still at their milking duties with. They remained an item until the group was split up into several smaller medical units and assigned to elements of the counter-attacking MacArthur forces as they surrounded and destroyed the occupying forces of Nippon. She tearfully saw Major Reed off on his Amphibious Landing ship that was headed to the Hell on earth called Guadalcanal.Stricken with a sense of guilt, she swore off men and did her penance for her sins by ignoring the tears of her weeping cunt as if it was a demon of possession. We walked arm-in-arm into the living room. My legs were quivering, partly from the wine and partly from the fear in my mind of what was to come next.She moved the coffee table to one side and ordered me to my knees.As I knelt, she went to get the wine, several glasses, and a vegetable tray from the refridgerator."Are you expecting guests?" I asked."Oh just a few," she said as she placed the humidor on the coffee table.I began to quiver uncontrolably, and began to beg her to reconsider. I liked.