"Virlane raised an eyebrow watching Marti'en, going over to her, he was about to ask if there was something wrong when she clutched his arm shaking he... head. "Thank you for talking to me Marti'en " Muttering Marti'en sighed she had wanted to talk with the child more "will you do something for me Laurel, will you sing for me, just a short song to bring a smile to these old bones." Marti'en closed her eye's as a song filled her mind, relaying the song to Virlane.Marti'en felt as if she were. We were. She came right up in my face and said, "Lick my face clean. Then tell me how your juice tastes."I licked her face, carefully making sure every place was free of cum. Then I gave a long, "Mmm," and added, "Not quite as good as pussy juice. Seems something is missing...a little cinnamon, maybe." She patted my cheek and said, "Not sure, don't think it needs anything."Our activities over the next few months would include everything and nothing more than what we had done that first day. " I just looked at her. So, among other things, Jenny was a serious voyeur. I wasn't sure how I felt about seeing girls and guys I knew making out or, more likely, having sex. Jenny took my silence as agreement. She walked away from the stepladder toward the stairs. "Follow me up the stairs and grab the stepladder." I picked up the stepladder and followed her up the stairs. In the dim light her white panties brightly outlined her rear. I stared at her panties and the movement of her slim body. " When I conceded as much, he went on, "Guessed as much. And that's where we come in. We've a good idea, Brenda and I, where the problems are and what the answers are. Sharing, for instance." Sharing?" Well, it's obvious, isn't it? There's more than one widow who'd be glad to do some ironing for someone who could tidy her garden." I suppose so." That's just one example. And there are plenty more. Brenda and I do a bit for Helping Hands - it's all voluntary. Our contribution, you could say..