" I could tell she was going somewhere with this and her question was really bait. So, I asked her. "Are you?"I wasn't sure how she was going to answe.... One would expect a widow with no other man in her life to respond simply "No" and that would be the end of it. Dad had been gone about 5 years and she hadn't pursued another relationship. But her answer made me almost choke on my tea."No. I'm 64 years old and I've never had an orgasm." She didn't flinch, she didn't twist or turn. She just said. I felt all eyes on me as I stood up, collected my books and left the room.When I got the the Vice Principal’s office, I knocked and entered. Vice Principal Hinterberry was sitting there with my sister and a man I didn’t recognise, heavy set and wearing a suit.“Mr Randell,” said Vice Principal Hinterberry, “this is Dr Langridge from the City Mental Health Hospital. He’s the psychiatrist treating a friend of your sister, Daisy Wilkins.”That meant he’d driven some fifty odd miles from the city to. " I'm sorry to hear that. Was that the reason you returned?" That wasn't the only reason but it was the main one." Are you and Herb engaged or married." All he has to do is ask me," Nancy replied."Can you prod him to ask you?" Mrs. Meadows asked."I think I will. Either way, I'll teach for you." How long has your husband been dead?" Almost two years," she felt a tear running down her cheek. Is it possible that I still love the old bugger, Nancy thought. She wiped away the tear with her hand."Can. I remember fingering my pussy and squeezing my nipples in anticipation of being fucked by this guy. His cock was erect and protruding out his jockeys, it looked like a tent with a large pole. He slowly pulled his jockeys off and out popped his beautiful black cock, it was magnificent looking, nice and shinny and long. He looked at me as he stroked his dick the full length saying, “I can’t wait to feel the sensation of my cock buried in your cunt, sweetie.” I reached out my hand as he crawled up.