” I said trying to be both polite and discreet at the same time.“Oh please, I am not easily offended, and that comment alone makes me want to see ...he rest of you sketches even more, so come on please?” it was that please and the puppy dog eyes she gave me that had me cave in, and I found myself handing over my darkest images put to paper over to her. The first few pages were tame, random poses, the occasional landscape, a mythical creature here and there. Each one she smiled at studied, and. But he was kind to her, and she would have come off the pill and tried to have a baby with him, but six months into their marriage, he had a stroke which proved fatal. He left his entire estate to her, which made her financially independent.I didn't know it at the time, but Demmy was beginning to feel broody. I'm guessing she had plenty of boyfriends after Harold passed away, but she was always a traditional sort of girl, with no desire to be a single mum. So, still childless. Or child-free,. Dresses went from flamboyant, puffy, lacy, knee-length designs in outrageously bright colors, to simple sheath-like dresses that barely reached thighs. Some had makeup more appropriate for ladies of the night; others, plain Janes, insecure in their looks.The boys stood in loose groups sorted by age; young, awkward teenagers, obviously embarrassed and nervous, and the older guys trying to look mature beyond their years, all of them lasciviously ogling the girls. I frowned. I knew what those. It struck me that she was my ideal body-type. She was lovely, and my manhood had already appreciated what my conscious mind was only now processing.Several times, I sat her up so I could lean forward and drain some of the cooling water out of the tub and add some more hot water. Each time, the water from the faucet wasn't as hot, which worried me. The other problem was that each time I laid her head back down in my lap, my cock was harder.I'm not sure how long we were in the tub. It seemed like.