It was another week or so when my husband called to collect me after work, but I told him I was doing overtime with my friend but he could watch if he...wanted. In a similar scenario he sat and watched as I devoured the large black member taking a delight in using all holes and every position imaginable to please my friend and frustrate my wimp of a husband. He was sat with his three inch prick in his hand trying to wank off, clearly unable to comprehend what it felt to have a huge member. I had baseball cards, a stack of letters, some jewelry, and an oil painting. A woman at church helped me to cope. As bad as things were for me, she seemed to have it worse. Her husband left her pregnant when he was killed by a drunk driver. It was unfair. It made no sense. Her tragedy was more final than mine and left her a single mother. The woman was smart and strong. She managed to focus on the good memories she had of her man and tried to move on, and taught me to do the same. Nothing I. She selected a flirty black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps that tied at the back of her neck, a daring deep V neckline that showed off her cleavage well, and a hemline that was almost too high. She picked out a pair of black thigh-top nylons and a lacy garter belt to hold them up. A pair of black silk and lace bikini panties finished the outfit. She went in the bathroom to take her shower, being sure to shave her underarms, legs, and pussy well. She wanted to be perfectly smooth for her. Let momma see it.”She was still rubbing her pussy and cried out and slid down the wall of the shower. Craig didn’t know what to do. He was afraid she would be mad at him for watching her so he took off back downstairs. Zipping up as he went and out the front door.After Sarajean got out of the shower and cleaned up all of Craig’s cum off the floor she was still intensely horny. She hoped she hadn’t scared him away by her slutty show in the shower. She put on some shorts and a top and went down.