We knew we had to be there for Mom at Christmas, and planned to stay until after the new year.Oddly, there was nothing to do, concerning his death. As...I said, wife number one claimed the body. We weren’t invited to the funeral, which was in Oregon anyway, clear across the country. I imagine it’s a little like when a soldier dies in a foreign land, going missing in battle and is never found. There’s no body for his people to bury and no real closure. Dad’s belongings at our house suddenly seemed. But being a mostly shy girl, and realizing that a presumably married man who was nearly fifty wouldnt even think about fucking the 20 year old intern. I tried to let it go. Well, I just masturbated furiously to the thought of him fucking me on his office desk. I couldnt stop myself from smiling at him in the hallways, or walking past his office while sucking on various phallic food objects (which makes me cringe thinking about it). Two weeks ago, I was locked into an unbearable conversation. “Are you sure about this, Ma’am…” Willy’s voice trembled.“Yes, babe… just take out your hard cock for me; I need it…”I just hissed, looking at him into his eyes.While he pulled down his shorts, I slipped my tiny thong off; showing him my wet shaven pussy lips.I asked Willy if he had ever licked a wet pussy and he nodded his head a yes; his eyes glued in my bald mound...The young guy knelt between my spread thighs and I felt him inserting his fingers in my cunt and as he licked my swollen clit.I. He did know I was going to the concert and he was quite happy for me to go on my own but as he had no interest he had no idea whatsoever how much I had been drawn to it."I'm going now,” I called as I passed the living room door, “The taxi is here.” “All right, Darling,” he called back, not once taking his eyes from the TV screen, “Have a nice time.”I sighed. I had hoped that just this once he might take a little notice. I really wanted to see his reaction when he saw me but it was not to be. Ah.