I beamed down at the bounteous cleavage and edges of a white brassiere she exposed, her flouncy blue gingham, puff shouldered blouse, low and wide acr...ss the scoop neck. She wore close fitting jeans with an old fashioned flare at the legs. They were very grubby and I reckon saved as gardening scruffs from years back. She had bare feet.The mower came to life, it was simple really, a switch she hadn’t found, but elderly ladies and mechanical stuff don’t often mix in my view. She straightened up. He couldn't help it. He had always loved Maria in her high heels, but this was extreme. He raised his gaze. Tan stockings went under the leather skirt that it wore. They appeared to be made of latex. The skirt itself looked narrow and tight - no wonder it couldn't stand still. That led to the corset, made of leather, looking impossibly tight, long and narrow, with buckles, laces (he couldn't see the back to see if the laces met, but he felt sure that they did, the waist was so narrow). A. "Martin," he whispered and there was blood with the name, it drippedonto his chest. "I could have made you back."I sat and watched him, crying silently, for five, maybe ten minutesuntil I was sure he was dead. Part of me had imagined that he wouldhave some power over death and that a world of pain would follow hismocking response to my attempt on his life. But, when he had bled outinto his chest, he was nothing but a corpse.***For the last fifteen years I have waited for the repercussions to. More importantly she wondered about her lower body parts. Gingerly she began to investigate between her soft thighs. As her fingers found the opening to her vagina, there was a little tingle to the parting lips. Her curtains were much fuller than before, and an unmistakable dampness coming from within her pussy. Inserting a few fingers into her cunt, Ann found the silky tunnel a lot more forgiving. She was still considered tight, but her cunt easily gave way to yet another added finger into her.