" He said. "But he was their breadwinner, and without his hands to work, they had a bad winter." His eyes filled with tears. "One of the children, the...younger, died and the widow was reduced to whoring herself to shepherds and soldiers for firewood and food." He finally let the tears fall. "Every month, I send a third of my money I have earned to them, not that it is sufficient, but I send it anyway." He now sat upon the bench and put his head into his hands. "No matter the amount, I will never. I knew her all my life to that point and she was very sexy to me and I had seen her putting her stockings on when I had been at her house and had always tried to watch without being caught but had been on a few occasions and had instantly looked away as she had smiled at me and carried on rolling the nylons up her legs and fastening the clips and checked the seams in the hallway mirror. One day I called for him to go out on a bike ride and he was not in. He had been sent to his grandmothers for. Perhaps the alcohol had indeed opened us both into the world of telling it like it is thing. For she had certainly done just that before helping me up and taking me where I was then.As I lay there on her bed she went to a drawer and rummaged through it then brought out a tiny bag and came back over and sat down right beside me.Then she turned to me and leaned over to be face to face with me nearly sitting her head on her hand as she lay back and began to tell me things.She was telling me that I. " Alan's not sure if HE'S adding it or not!"Alan, I don't need to tell you what to do, do I? Just do it slowly. I like to anticipate. " God, Helen. I can't believe this and, don't worry, I know what to do. You won't believe me but I've thought many times about getting off with you. " Hopefully you wank each time. God, please tell me you're hard. " You wouldn't believe it. I'm leaking all over my pants. "He moves his hand slowly up her charcoal stockinged thigh caressing as he goes and as well.