The blob seemed to hump up under my hand. I jerked my hand away to see a mound on top of the blob, very similar in shape to Becky's boob, slowly sink...ng down to the normally smooth surface. What the actual fuck, I thought, staring at the smooth pink surface. I remembered last week when Candy had accidentally lost her towel on the way out of the bathroom, I got a good eyeful of her perky C-cups as she scrambled to cover herself. I remembered, clearly, the pale skin tone and pink nipples, as. My poor departed husband, Billy Bodine, would set up and listen to your singing on TV as that terrible cancer ate his body. I know in his 82 years that he had a good life, but I only was able to spend a single year with him. You brought him such joy."Vivian gave Paul a look of amusement and then straightened out her face as she said. "Ms. Bodine would like to talk to Brother Bill about something serious."Paul looked at Shawn and asked, "Please sit down, Ms. Bodine. What is it you would like to. I opened it, stepped out and slammed it closed behind me.Stepping off the porch and started jogging around the house. The jog turned into a steady run, which then turned into a dash.The rage faded away, becoming simple anger, which fueled my run. I lost count of the laps somewhere around twenty three and widened the range of my run to include jumping over fences and corrals. At some point I was either chasing or leading the small herd of horses across and around the huge expanse of our back. I was a bit reluctant and also concerned about my ability to get it up for a mature woman after delivering the special delivery mail to her two young daughters. In fact, I had done both of them in the front and in the back in a way that I knew they both wanted and would be disappointed if I didn’t take time for no matter how pressed I was for enough time.I discovered that I was wrong and that the experience with the older woman was the highlight of the evening.She was not the least bit shy.