‘I guess I didn’t do too bad as a single dad,’ he thought as he walked back into his house. Once more, he stood in his kitchen, looking out the ...indow at Ann Wallin’s house, pouring himself a cup of coffee. ‘I wonder what Ann’s story is,’ he mused. He’d spoken with his attractive neighbor quite often since he moved in, and found her to be a soft-spoken, intelligent woman. He knew she lived alone, and she didn’t wear a wedding ring, which probably meant she was either divorced or widowed. He had. From the other side of the desk, she leaned over towards me and began pointing to some data. I tried for a minute to concentrate and purposefully not look up, but I couldn't resist any longer so I raised my head. With her blouse unbuttoned so low, her breasts looked massive and ready to burst from the white, lacy bra containing them. My cock had already started to grow in my boxers. I looked into her sparkling, hazel eyes and without saying a word, I stood up and began to kiss her hard. To my. ...she shook her head and tried to get these thoughts out of her head. She couldn't. All she saw was...Steves cock...sticking out of his shorts...the fuck fest, happening on her bed, involving mother, son and 'Aunty'. Two days ago she was a grieving widow...now she had visions of having sex with all the family....then she realised she only had two to fuck and the job was complete. One was already in the bag....and he wanted more! Escape was impossible, so she went to find the bottle and. Think about this… a horny face, she pressing my crotch, me pressing her boobs, she started to play with my legs, I sensed to go forward…Then suddenly the announcement for landing, she acted as if she was getting awake from sleep and never saw me. I was following her like a hutch dog but missed her as I needed to collect my luggage. She went straight through exit as she had only hand luggage.I was searching for her and finally saw her waiting for the cab. I went to her and started another.