As soon as she saw me, she blew me up and even slapped my face. I’d never seen her that furious before. I became so surprised that I didn’t even a...gue or tried to stop her. But instead I just bowed my head and stuttered excuses. My humble attitude evidently encouraged her, so she continued to rant and rage, grabbed my ear and dragged me out towards the car. To the big amusement of her friends. Stupid as I was I still didn’t try to stop her. But just followed her along, whimpering over the pain. She'd made it to ninety but wasn't expected to last much longer. Dad died years ago. I visited her every other day after work.We often ate dinner together and talked. After this one she brought out an obviously old envelope with a three cent postage stamp on it."Read this," is all she said as she handed it to me. I opened it carefully and read:My Dear Lucy,If you are reading this, I will not be coming back home. My sister had instructions to mail it if she was informed I was killed in combat.I. ” I grabbed the bottom hum of her skimpy spandex top and pulled if off of Jesse’s body with one quick, rough snap. Jesse was now totally naked in front of me. She was neither shy nor embarrassed about her nakedness. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she purred, turning and kissing me again, and stroking my stiff cock though my sweatpants. “But remember, I don’t have any birth control. We don’t want little professors running around.” “No problem,” I said, scooping Jesse into my arms, loving. They too seemed to be giving their blessing, but there was one little snag that had to be overcome before any thoughts of marriage could become reality.? ? ? ?For Jon to inherit their rather substantial assets, he had to have a wife who was well educated. What this meant precisely according to the executor of the will, Linda's sister, Margaret Baugh, was she must be a college graduate. On the face of it, this did not seem to be an overwhelming obstacle. There were dozens upon dozens of.