Neatly folding the shirt, she set it on the small night table next to the bed. “Take off your shoes, Honey.” After removing them, she grasped my...waistband and pulled down my sweat pants. An hour ago I would have been horrified at the prospect of someone seeing me in a pair of panties. But, Tiffany changed that. “I love your panties. You have such wonderful taste.” I was actually beaming at her compliment. She emptied the bag from the store out on the bed, picking up the bra we purchased.. I pulled out and off of her to sit at the foot of the bed. I watched as I was catching my own breath as cum was leaking from her now red and beaten pussy. I then realized what I had just done, I had just came into her deeply and it wasn’t even six weeks after she gave birth. I began to trip out, I began to move around and find something to wipe up the mess that was still oozing from her. “Oh shit, I just came inside you” I said frantically. She watched in awe as I tried to scramble for tissues,. It was a hot sunny day and I was greeted by her dazzling smile as she opened her door. She looked great as she stood there, long straight auburn hair flowing down over her shoulders, where a light low cut summer dress took over, covering her slim body and pert breasts. I almost audibly gulped as I realised she wasn't wearing a bra, her hard nipples poking out slightly against the thin fabric of her dress. The dress itself fell to around mid thigh, revealing a delightful expanse of her slim. Or without it, I thought, giving myself a grim little smile.I was hungry, I thought – or, at least, I knew I should be hungry – so I ought to cook. I also ought to look at some of the mail that had accumulated while I'd been away – I'd been genuinely too tired to do anything with it earlier in the week – and begin to get things sorted so that I could sell the place. Instead, I sat on the floor and felt sorry for myself. Sorry for Phil, too, sorry for all the things that might have been ... but.