I went and sat in a comfy chair, I watched as she brewed up. She was wearing a pale blue sleeveless blouse and long black skirt with nylons and heeled...shoes. I got a waft of her perfume a she passed me, the scent was like a d**g. It turned me on just as much as her sexy looks. We sat chatting about things but not a mention of what happened on Wednesday. I had my brew went and started doing my work, Karen asked if I was ok. I gave her a big smile and nodded my head as I went into the cleaning. “What makes you say that?”He nodded at the door. “I’ve had to lie like that to her when her mother was sick.”“You know what happened, don’t you?” Emma asked.He looked away. “She had breast cancer. The doctors said it was localized and treatable, but when they did the surgery, it turned out there were smaller tumors that easily broke off. After she died, autopsy showed that one of the tumors slipped off into her heart and caused problems. There was nothing the doctors could have done.” He looked. When she got home she was kind of hoping that her husband was still home at that they could have sex out in the living room but the house was empty so she went about her day, picking up, paying some bills but after a while she couldn’t help it anymore, she looked out the windows to make sure no one was around, stripped of her clothes and started to masturbate. Today she reached down and started stroking her wet pussy almost immediately. She was hot and wanted to cum bad. As she rubbed her pussy. Friday night she was like a giddy teenage girl.I took her for a nice dinner, where I asked her to go to the bathroom and remove her panties handing them to me over the table. She did, the waiter smiled. She blushed.I toyed with her then took her dancing. Although a different club, I had called one of the black men we met the last time and told him to be at such and such club alone and we would have a coincidental "run in" -- that she was not ready to be bred yet, but if he worked it right, he.