The roads were impassable; hell, I don’t think I could have gotten out of my garage, and maintenance hadn’t plowed yet.We made coffee, had breakfa...t, fucked again, and then showered together. After our shower, lazing on the sofa, she said. "That was an interesting night."I nodded. “Memorable.”“Thanks. Alex, I needed that.”“My pleasure. Very much so, in fact. It was still wrong.”She laughed. “God. You’re right, of course. Did you ever want me, before?”“No.”“What?” She looked shocked. “Thanks a. She came to the office, and I suppose one look at our faces was enough. ‘What has happened?’ Jake broke the news. ‘Laura, I have just come from your farm, and I’m sorry, but I have to tell you that your husband is dead. He died sometime yesterday.’ Her face fell and her eyes seemed to fill with tears for a brief moment. Then she shrugged and straightened up. Her eyes showed no emotion as she looked back to Jake. ‘What killed him?’ ‘He appears to have killed himself by hanging himself in the. As I felt the warm rush of blood race down to engorge my clit, she exclaimed, “No! No! You must strut like a runway model for me!” I began my imitation of the odd gait fashion shows dictate. As I swung each stride out and across, I felt the locket swing under my crotch and slap against my inner thighs. “Hard steps now!” she directed. As I heard the bone-jarring thud of each clog, I felt those wiggly, jiggling, bouncy tugs torture my clitoris. To heighten the pleasure, I glazed over my. Her hot pussy was toying with my lips. I realized that Jason had lowered Lisa to sit on my face so I could lick her out again. She wasn't as forceful this time. She must have still been sensitive to clitoral stimulation. The combination of scents was mind blowing; Lisa's and Jason's juices mixed confused me. I was aware that Jason wasn't involved in this. I was getting all the attention and it didn't seem fair. Then I felt a familiar sensation between my legs, and I knew that.