I was shaken, I could not answer this charge, it was all true, 'But', I stammered, 'You told me people could not see in', I was confused, 'No I told y...u the curtains were being laundered and they would be fitted shortly, but you said it was OK, not to hurry', the blood drained from my face, he was lying of course, but it mattered not, as it was his word against mine, and he had the evidence.I cursed my naivety, I was s*******n and venturing into the big bad world, and I suspected it cant get. "Bye Nancy," he said.After Phil's death, Nancy took up smoking again. She asked for and received her old job at Hooters back. She took off her wedding ring and stored it in one of her little velvet bag with other jewelry she had accumulated over the years.She didn't want to lose it. She cried when she took it off her finger.Being back to worked was a doubled-edged sword. The job took up a lot of her time and stamina but she still had to fight off uninvited remarks of her body.Even though she. But most surprising of all was the way her pussy had positively leaked with her arousal. As the train approached its destination she made her way to the restroom to freshen up-or perhaps just to work up the courage to continue. She felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach and was certain everyone on board could smell her juices flowing. She checked her makeup, ran a brush through her hair, the flush on her cheeks seeming to match her fiery red curls. Mustering up her courage she made. I had left my bra on the floor. She picked it up and gazed at it intently. She lay wrapped in covers and started to strip down. Her knickers landed just outside the door - I could smell how wet she was. I could see her start to play with her pussy and smell my bra at the same time. I could her her moaning as it grew louder and louder. She had two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. Minutes later, I could see her cum as it squirted onto the bed covers. Then as quickly as it started - it.