Three newbies ready for our pleasure, two of them seem to be arse virgins. Strip off then and get ready. Did the girl give you some cream?" Yes sir," ... answered and produced it from my handbag."Okay bluestone boss lady, get them to bend over my desk and put some around their holes and on our pricks." Roger stood shaking and I half expected him for pass out but he didn't and I gently pushed him over the desk. The pricks on the men were quite normal for Tumalian men, and indeed were slightly. We had dinner which was not much since we werent very hungry. We went to the couch and threw on a movie, Finding Nemo, I will never forget that, ha ha! So as soon as the scene where the mom dies came on I started bawling, missing my Mom, and Daddy, I mean Bill, put his arm around me and held me to him as I cried. After a while I looked up at Daddy and he wiped away my tears and brushed the hair from my face. He told me, Dont you worry about a thing sweetie, I will take care of you. But you. I raced to be by her side, but was greeted by a doctor who gave me the news. My wife was gone…I fell to my knees in horror as the thought of her not being by my side left me numb. Words could not express the emptiness and pain I felt.My parents and Jess's tried to ease my grief, but it was clear I was lost in self-sorrow. I struggled through the funeral and dealt with all the impossible details that came with it.Jess's parents had an insurance policy on her, and they helped with the funeral. My cheeks were so warm. I wanted to faint. Mom’s thumbs brushed my nipples again, my pussy growing wet. I could feel it. These naughty juices were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked panties I wore.“Now, Heather, have a lovely day,” Mother said. “Don’t worry, I’ll do something about your clothes. You’re going to be such a delight.”She had to know about the panties. She kept saying that word: delight. I could feel those letters burning across my rump.Mother whirled away and.