I regretted ever having taken the job. But she’d been so convincing and so vulnerable.It’s one thing if an abused wife comes to me and asks me to ...nvestigate her husband’s online activities so she’ll have evidence that he bragged about hurting her and can justifiably sue for divorce or even press charges. I’d had one case like that in the past year. I was only too happy to help her nail her shit-bag of a husband.But the young widow who came to me with her deceased husband’s laptop seemed so. However, for the sake of modesty we both agreed to wear something to bed. In my case a pair of tight underpants hardly hid my erections but at my age I didn’t care. Oh by the way I was thirteen years old at the time and Mom was thirty-five.She wore nightgowns to bed for the first four nights but when we got in the deep south and the temperatures climbed she started to wear negligées. They covered, but boy were then ever sexy. Also as the temperature rose Mom started wearing less and less in the. He had to laugh when she made a sound like a coal miner clearing the black coal dust from his nose. Finally an imperfection, from the beautiful Miss. Rebecca. Tony reached over and shook her shoulder. She didn’t move, but her snore was now sounding like the fog horn in the bay on a cold winter morning.“Wake up Becky. We have to go to work.”Becky pulled the sheet up over her head, protecting her from the early morning. Suddenly she heard a loud slap, crack like a whip, then felt a pain in her. She was just talking normally about her day and other regular stuff. Her foot was now in my crotch and I was starting to get quite hard. She started rubbing her foot up and down my semi. I was wearing a business suit. The trousers are quite tight and are very unforgiving of any bulges in my pants. As much as I was enjoying it, I pushed her foot down and told her to stop. I would not be able to stand up without getting done for indecent exposure!! :-DShe purposefully dropped her napkin under the.