Given the way the relationship ended, it would have been one more thing for her to mourn. She knew she was a rarity, a woman who was waiting for Mr. R...ght, but she couldn’t help it. She knew that one day he would arrive and she would be glad she had waited for him. In the shower, Ally lathered up while singing happily. She was basically very content with her life and her situation. She felt confident that some day her prince would come and had decided to enjoy life until he did. After the. She just strips, even if we're not in the bedroom. Sometimes, she's undressed in the living room and I have the pleasure of following her big bare ass as she walks around. When I told her this, I couldn't help but reach out and give her ass a smack. God it felt so good to do that, so I did it again. I asked if she liked that and she replied that she loved it. So I told her she'd love it more if she got out of all her clothes and stripped naked.With incredible eagerness, my wife took my. At this pointing being licking her pussy and fingering her D cums in about 2 minutes I continued to lick her now fingering her anus after about 3or 4 minutes she cums so hard it takes a lot to keep her on the couch. D then recovers and tell me that the best orgasm she hard in a lot of years she now climbs on top of me and slide my cock in her slowly taking it in slow trying to be easy with until she loosen up a little but after 10'minutes it is still a struggle I'm get raw because she to. Sixteen hours later one of the Boatyard guys came to find me. Craig was on the telephone in the office.“I’m sorry Owen, Betty’s gone! A stroke or heart attack they think, two nights ago.” Craig informed me bluntly.My immediate thought was to dash back to New Zealand, but Humphrey came on the phone and managed to talk me out of it. Humphrey insisted that I’d spent far too many hours cooped-up in aeroplanes that week, and said that that much air travel just wasn’t good for ones health.“Owen we’ve.