"With deepest sympathy for your loss...who's Dalton?" I asked her."Carrie's husband. She passed away a few days ago...heart attack," she replied sadly...I felt like the ground was suddenly whisked out from under my feet, like a magician's tablecloth, except a really bad magician, as I promptly fell on my ass."Ow! Fuck..." It was a stone tiled floor.The receptionist quickly ran around her desk and helped me up. "Oh my God! Are you okay?" I...yeah..."She stepped back. "Did you know Carrie. ‘What was he doing to you in the fitting room when you tried this on?’ ‘Where did he take you out in this dress?’ ‘Did he fuck you before, during or after you went out in this dress?’ ‘Haven’t I already told you enough?’ I asked. ‘No!’ she exclaimed. ‘I’m going through a dry spell. I need to live vicariously through you.’ ‘OK, if I pull out the best outfit, will you promise not to hit me up for any more details? I asked. ‘Depends,’ she said. ‘I can’t guarantee anything.’ I pulled the black. I put my hands on her boobs as if by accident.she was still asleep.my hands moved up n down with her boobs as she breathed.i slowly squeezed them a little.they felt firm yet supple.they were jus the size of my palm.i didnt do nethin else .i was scared.but i needed to jerk off.i went to the bathroom n started masturbatin.I heard a noise behind me. in my hurry i had forgotten to lock the door.it was veena.i was shocked.i didnt know what to do.i immediately pulled up my shorts.she stood there. "It could be worse," she sighed. "I don't go out and flaunt my body unless I'm in a photo shoot. I think the bounty will fade as I start to be more available to normal photos. I just need to be careful. You can look, though. You can take hold of those panties and pull them right down. You can look at my pussy. Touch it. Kiss it. Make love to it. Please do it, Brian."I did. When her panties were removed, I knelt in front of her and worshiped her pussy with my mouth. She lay back on the bed with.