Her jeans were worn and comfortable and the fleece jacket helped keep the chill away. Her eyes closed and her mind played back the images of just a fe... hours ago. She had heard the noises coming from upstairs. She had known what they were, and yet a small part of her a fraction of her held out, trying to convince her that it wasn’t happening again. As she topped the stairs, she had left herself. Tara’s body was just a shell of a woman walking toward her room. It was as if she were hovering. She was dressed for a wake in pants and a high cut blouse so no skin showing and I didn't really give her much thought other than being polite. After the wake was done several people wanted to go for drinks and Aunt Sandy was part of that group. It was quiet at first but as usual after several drinks thinks got fun, Aunt Sandy went from being quiet to non stop talking, and after some joking and sexual innuendo from the group and between us Aunt Sandy told me the worst thing about her husband. (Said in a loud voice). Can you ask the sales girl to come?Son: Mom, she is not here, she left somewhere.Even though I can see her at some distance. I lied to her. She didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. I was eager to get into the room and see her seminude body.Son: Mom, we don’t have any other way, open the door. (with some desperation)I suggested to her that she just have to show her back to me, nothing else. With a lot of hesitancy, she opened the door slightly. I quickly sneaked. Beauty had taken care of that months ago. "Have you been riding Beauty?" Tammy asked wistfully, thinking of how much she missed him.Priscilla gave a dirty giggle. "I've been doing more than that." Tell me about it," Tammy said. Her mood brightened even more.Priscilla's voice lowered to a conspiratorial tone. "This morning down by the stream I rode him naked and creamed all over the saddle." Is that all?" Tammy said with disappointment. She brought her fingers out of her cunt. Casually, she.