She never married. When Paul came home that afternoon, he found me – red-faced, with puffy eyes — sitting on the windowsill. “Geez, Em. You lo...k like hell.” “I-I can’t help it. I miss my Grandma Pearl.” Paul tossed his briefcase and sport coat to the chair and rushed over to me. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me tight against him, and let me whimper against his neck. “Shh! Em. It’s going to be okay.” “It’s the tree in the backyard.” “Our tree? The maple?” he asked. “We’ll cut it. I formulated excuses and explanations, finally deciding to just tell her the truth. That I loved her, that I probably had since the first day, and I'm sorry if I fell asleep while petting her beautiful pussy.Tess picked up my distracted/upset vibe. "Is mommy mad at you again? I hope not, Unca James, because..." No Tess. This time I think it is me that did something wrong." Well," she explained simply, "just 'pologize. If you mean to be sorry, then 'pologizing is what you should do." Wisdom from. She got a smirk as she spun. The dress I had selected was from last year, and was short on her. As she spun it flared up, giving me a view of her ass and her dense bush.I held out my arm with a smile and she took it as I escorted her outside. I walked her to my car and helped her in. She again smirked at me as she made sure that the dress rode up so that I could get another glimpse of her bush. I leaned in and said, "You really are quite the slut, aren't you?"She smiled back and said, "But I'm. Brenda went into the bathroom and took the lei off, hanging it on a hook on the back of the bathroom door. Then she stripped off her travel clothing - cargo shorts, t-shirt, white footie socks, and plain white bra and panties - which she dropped on the bathroom floor. In the enclosed space of the bathroom, the perfume from the flowers seemed especially intense. She sniffed it again, then turned the water on in the shower and grabbed her shampoo.The warm water running over her body felt.