I was so mad with lust to reason anything when I was near her all the time. She kept my cock flagged all the time. When we came back to our home after...a small walk through the market, she also met some of her friends who had come for the same purpose.They exchanged some sniffing them to my hearts delight. She had bought a couple of floral panties and I was sure she was wearing the pink one who flowers had come alive every time I sniffed and jacked off on them; jokes about me as they all turned. We proceeded to text back and forth asking each other about our likes and dislikes. Not too many things we didn’t both enjoy doing. Now keep in mind that I am a total jokester and constantly say inappropriate things. I asked her how big her tits were because they look absolutely giant in her pics. She laughed and said that they are Gs. I jokingly said wow I don’t think I have ever seen Gs before. She said well I guess I will have to fix that. I said yea sure you will. She said well it will cost. As usual, I took a book, Terry Pratchett's 'Going Postal', with me, but even his usual brilliance couldn't hold my attention, the recent events would not let my mind wander as it should. When I managed to drag my prune-textured body out of the water, I was still as bewildered as before.I needed to talk to someone, or more likely, at someone. I briefly considered my children, but discounted them for totally different reasons; my youngest, Mark, was away at university, and if on the remote chance. I felt awful since I picked the movie and went after her. She went into her room and threw herself onto the bed. She did not close her door, so I went in after her. I sat down next to her on the bed. She was crying real hard and I started to caress her back to attempt to calm her down. It took a little while, but she started to calm down and lay on her tummy without moving. My hand travel over her whole back all the way down to the top of her ass and then back. Her crying stopped and she was.