.. ?” whispered Victoria. I waited for her to say something meaningful. “Is that... ?”“What darling ex-wife?” I said.“Daddy?” said Selen....“That’s ex-daddy to you, Selena,” I said.“Daddy I didn’t know!” she said.“Nor did I!” squealed my ex-wife.“Know what?” I said, Pushing it.“John, please,” said Victoria.“Please what?” I said.“Is that ... are those... ?” said Selena, pointing to the small funeral urn, really just a small sealed nylon container.“Oh those. Yes, those are my wife’s ashes. Yes, she. "I wonder," Sally mused, "If this place sells black fish-net stockings too?" Revising her mental image of MaryAnn to add those stockings, Sally seized the door handle and bounced into the shop."Hello, can I help you?"Sally turned. "Yes, those shoes in the window. They're wonderful and I hope you have them in the size I need."The tall woman, apparently the only occupant of the store, smiled back at Sally. In a throaty voice she replied. "I'm sure we do." She moved gracefully to the window. Sally. I told Christy that we needed to clean him up so we would have to turn on the shower I told her I would have to get out of my clothes so I didn’t get them wet and she just nodded, she was still entranced with his big cock. I stripped out of my shirt and shorts leaving just my bra and thong on and told her she should do the same to help me. So there we were in the shower in just our bra and thong with a totally naked Indian guy all to ourselves to play with. We wet some towels and started to. His talented tongue had then carefully caressed it, sending her over the edge. She first moaned, then screamed, and then soaked his face for him as a reward for his efforts. After that, she had eagerly spread her sexy legs for him, letting him fully enter her. She was so wet and ready that he had slid slowly all the way into her on that first long delicious thrust. There was always something about the feeling of a nice hard cock sliding into her the first time, that feeling of really being.