He would normally have been at Sally's gravesite for his weekly visit by this time.Jim got up, his muscles aching and his head still buzzing from his ...lcoholic binge. He dressed quickly and hurried downstairs. He stopped at a table that held the many photos of Sally and picked up a locket that Sally had often worn. Inside was a photo of Sally and him taken not long after they were married. It was the two of them, cheek to cheek, squeezed into one of those cheap carnival photo machines.As Jim. I parted my lips and took her cock into my mouth. I took about half of it before I started to gag. She pulled out almost all the way and then shoved it back to my throat. ‘You will learn to take my whole cock down your throat,’ she said. As she said this, she applied more pressure and kept it there until I had to pull back to breathe. My saliva was dripping out of my mouth onto my chest and her legs as she slammed her cock home again. This was not the same sweet girl I had met a few months. I slid in the strap on into her wet pussy and began to fuck her slowly with my hips thrusting back and forth. As I held her hips and we fucked in motion , her moaning and groaning with pleasure . I would pump faster and deeper, so she felt it as far as it could reach. Her juices flowing all over it. She was so wet. I then placed a finger into her ass, in and out as I was fucking her pussy with my strap on . I then began to stick it into her ass, fucking her tight ass nice and slowly holding her. Sandy, your cookies are delicious! Would you come work forme?" she joked."Maybe I will some day," I answered with a smile, thankful for thecompliment. In spite of Mrs. Taylor's little 'mistake' (or maybe becauseof it?), I found myself liking her a lot too.It was almost nine-thirty when our guests got up to leave. "It's beensuch a nice evening - well, except for my little faux pas at thebeginning, I mean," said Mrs. Taylor as they were donning their coats.She turned to me, an expression of.