As I lay before him completely naked, he flipped my legs open wide, and rammed two fingers into my already wet opening. He seemed surprised: “Oh, ...o you like this don’t you? Look how wet you are,” he exclaimed. “You are a little slut, just like I thought,” he said, as he continued to finger-fuck me with no regard for my feelings at all.“Now, get up on all fours and face the wall,” he commanded. When I got in position, he slapped my tight smooth ass several times until my cheeks were pink. Since my wife's passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so brought down and depressed. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went to visit them in the summer; my wife died while she was gone. My parents already explained how "Mommy drank too much apple juice one night, and she went into the wrong side of the road, and was hit by a big truck.. I'd not seen my aunty T for a few years, so when she arrived she commented constantly on how much i'd grown and what a handsone young man i was. As soon as i saw here all my memories of her were confirmed. The smell of Channel no5, hairspray red nails and lips and her massive breast, she was everything i remembered.Within hours of her being in our home she had completly taken over, her stuff was everywhere and she had mum and me crying with laughter. Ofcourse there were tears too, but over the. It was around 5:00 pm and I left the class and she told me that she will be arranging another class as you have missed lot of the classes from here, I told her that it is fine I will call her when I will be free, after that left the center, I could sense that she was not happy when I was leaving and she felt sad, I took courage in the night and called her at her cell phone and she took my call and said Hi, how did you called me.I said that, I felt today that you where not so happy and I thought.