She knew as a teenager he and his mates would go out for a ‘session’ as he called it and they would all drink a lot, but that had been left behind...when they had got married.Then Richard lost his job, he didn’t tell her at the time, he hid it for ages. He would dress for work everyday and kiss her goodbye before he headed off to work, or so she thought.When the first of the letters arrived from the bank she was sure it was a mistake. They had tucked away most of the money that she had inherited. I think I was naked before she finished talking.Sitting there waiting, already sporting a chubby, I heard her coming. I could hear her high heeled shoes clacking with every step she made down the hallway. Until in the doorway she stood. I was blown away. My jaw was dropped, and my cock was at attention. Her black hair was in pigtails, shouting the innocent school girl. Her breasts were open and held up by black lace up corset. Following the garters down to fishnet stockings with stiletto heels.. ”“Have you ever made love to a girl yet?”“No, not yet but I’ve hardly known any girls like that. I mean I’ve just kissed a few and stroked their tits a little but I’ve never even touched one……you know…….down there.” I blushed again and she giggled at my predicament. “Well, we are going to have to do something about that then aren’t we? So you’ve stroked some girl’s tits then have you? How would you like to feel a real woman? After all you’ve been trying to get a peek of them often enough.”Now I. It was when he started to tease me that I complained, but this didn’t bother him, he positioned himself at the entrance of my tight, soaking pussy and looked me deep in the eyes. I was rubbing my fingers between my pussy lips harder now, the memories were so strong, I could feel the tension building. I ran one finger around the entrance to my pussy hole, it was tight but wet. I thrust one finger deep inside myself as I remembered how he had looked into my eyes, deeply as in one long movement he.