. Michela came to see me today," she said, noncommittally.Joe pulled her around to face him, and looked into her eyes. It would be easy to get lost in...them, but he recognized a certain urgency in her manner. "Do we have a problem here?"She nodded. "Yes, I think we do." Aunt Michela, has it ever occurred to you that the man might not know how to kiss a woman?" Maria asked in exasperation."What kind of man wouldn't know how to kiss?" Michela demanded."A priest, maybe? He's been isolated from. She looked at the phone and saw the word "Janitor" labeled as the fifth button on the speed dial list. If she pushed it, it would ring Calvin's basement office. If she got no answer there, it would automatically forward to his cell phone. "What's the worst that could happen? He would come down here and give me his man meat along with my coffee cup?" A sudden throb of her clit told what she'd been denying for three years now. She wanted Calvin's black cock in the worst way.***"How the hell did. I worked Saturday, and Wanda worked the few hours the bank was open onSunday. My Sunday's were more miserable. I just sat alone in front ofthe television trying to pass the time.For the first two years after my wife died, I didn't even bother todress in my women's clothes. I did not go out on Halloween. I just letthe desire fester inside me as I took satisfaction at being able tocontrol something.On the third Halloween after she had passed, I went back to the paradein my sissy best. I went as. If I thought I was horny before, I went into complete overload, thinking about all the fun we'd had together. I was sure my cock was going to rip my pants. I took some deep breaths, and managed to calm down enough to finish the lawn. I put the mower away, and went into the house. I stopped in the laundry room, and stripped down, dropping my clothes in the washer. I put some clothes from the hamper in the load, including a pair of my wife's panties. I gave them a quick sniff, and tossed them in.