No eye shadow, no eyebrow pencil, no lip gloss, no earrings, or any jewelry that I could see ... nothing. But her face was flawless. Not so much as a ...reckle to interrupt the smooth transition from jaw to cheek to forehead.As I observed her, I could see that she was tall. Taller than her friends. Almost a head taller than the little dark-haired woman. I guessed her age to be late twenties. She was wearing a sweater that looked far too large for her, a non-descript washed-out pink, or possibly. He was a very private person, didn’t socialize with anybody at the workplace, just exchanged polite and necessary remarks between colleagues and friends. His position as the president of the successful company and the way he demanded everybody to do their best… no, their outmost, in their work, instilled respect and sometimes even fear. New employees understood already at the first meeting with the boss that he didn’t accept any excuses. Elena had a long time ago learned to become one with the. Looking down, I watched my cock slid back and forth, a drop of moisture seeping from the tiny hole at the tip. I moaned quietly at the exquisite sensations of her behind against my cock. But, there was more pleasure waiting. As I pulled my cok down through her crack a final time I lowered my cock and searched for her slit and cunt opening. Keeping one hand on her hip, I reached down and grasped my thick, hard prick, guiding it to its goal. Finally, I felt the warm wetness of her pussy lips. He blamed himself for not being able to save her. He withdrew into himself for many moons, and changed his life to concerning himself about plants rather than people.Over time, he has become a little less isolated from the rest of the tribe, and has become friendly with several widows. It seems he and they are getting together to mourn the loss of their respective spouses. It is a sort of mutual help group. They support each other, and he and they are close from what I have seen, but there is.