First the cheeks, and then finally my crack, all the way from the top of my butt to the bottom of my balls. Just feeling you run your soapy hands up a...d down left my cock twitching and drooling precum. Finally you began to center on my ass. Soaping my ring and working your finger deeper and deeper into me until it was all the way in. You then slowly added a second finger and began to leisurely pump. Once I was relaxed you added yet one more and bit by bit began to pump some more. You then. Lol poor girl . She didn’t even shower and oddly she had really red legs with these weird marks on them too probably from the dancing . She smelled like a party and like Dominique’s house but stronger like she was in her room. Later in the work week my boss showed me some of the instagrams of the guys that were at the party . I guess I didn’t realize how sweaty she was from all the dancing . Her legs were glistening . But at least they said nice things like the one guy posted a pic of him. Janice was 46 at the time and, in her words, “curvy”. She was a bit overweight, average height, shoulder length brown hair, and a personality that shined out of her. She was widowed seven years by the time Nick met her. Her husband died of cancer after several years of very difficult treatments. When he died, she was left with nothing after the medical expenses and no income for years. She had three grown k**s (2 daughters and a son) who provided some support but all lived with their families. "That is just so sexy!" Trish gushed as she took the pretty garment outof Mark's hands and held it up by it's bra straps. "Your special friendis going to just love it! There is one odd thing though," she continued,sounding puzzled. "This merry widow looks like it would fit someoneexactly your size," she said with a gleam in her eye. "Tell me Mark, isthis mystery girlfriend of yours exactly the same size as you are? Or isthere maybe something you're not telling us about yourself?" Trish saidwith.