I went back to my bedroom and fucked myself to two more orgasms with my mini vibrator (mail order over the internet is a wonderful thing), and collaps...d on my bed. I could still taste the spunk from my pants, and it tasted good. I needed to get my hands on some good, fresh stock. The trouble was, I still couldn’t be 100% sure that it was Tom’s. The panty wanker seemed to like nicely used pants, so I resolved to flush him out. My nice yellow panties were clean again. . She asked if I had a robe she could wear to get out of her wet cloths, I said no. then she asked if I had a towel she could use to dry off with and cover up with when she got out of her wet things. I went to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth. She looked at it and told me that I would have to use my body heat to warm her up then and took off everything that she had on. I took one look at her standing there and picked her up threw her over my shoulder and carried her back to my bedroom.. When I caressed her boobs from top of her blouse, she gave a long moan and pressed my lund very hard. I also moaned on her action.She changed her position and made herself comfortable on my bed. Now I was thinking to open her blouse and look for the heavenly fruit she was hiding in. I opened her blouse and unhooked her bra wow such nice pair of boobs that to of just a 19 year old lady who has just been married and her husband left her for me in 20 days. I started thinking why not I tried. " "You want me to...show you...?" I said slowly and rather incredulously, wanting to be sure she meant what I thought she meant. She nodded. I was hesitant, a sudden rush of thoughts flooding my head; although we had got on better over the past couple of years, part of me thought this might be a bit of a wind-up on her part, and that she'd laugh and call me a pathetic wanker before leaving the room and me in a state of humiliation, but somehow by her tone and demeanour my instincts told me that.