Soon his instructions were put as requests, knowing that I would comply rather than hurting him.The first time we ‘entertained’ one of his friends... it was put as a request. Although I didn't like the idea of breaking my marriage vows, his friend was more gentle and the actual experience was better. This didn't stop the feelings of guilt every time I was 'asked'.Next day he asked how I felt about it.“I was confused, why would you let him use me like that?”“He’s a good friend, he deserved a thank. When does he get let out?" Only when he has been well behaved, Sarah." said Auntie. "Do you thinkChrissy deserves to be let out today?" I think so, Mrs Sullivan, though I'm not sure if the little princessreally wants to make spurties," she said with a sly grin."Oh please, please Auntie" begged Chrissy, tears streaming down hisface."Please what, Chrissy? Would you like to make spurties in your pantiesand pretty satin dress?" Yes please Auntie, oh I'm begging you." Go on then, beg Sarah, tell her. Several times during my teens I witnessed her sitting in the living room or at the kitchen table when she would notice the hanging thread of a snag in a stocking of her pantyhose. Her pantyhose were often pristine except for the snag. Without hesitation she would break off the thread of the snag and take the chance that doing so would cause her pantyhose to run. Sometimes the pantyhose would run instantly and other times they would run a short time later. The times when they ran instantly she. ." "You want what dear?" She took her hand off my balls still stroking my cock with the other and removed the towel, her zaftig body pink and smelling of lilacs, her legs spread with a tuft of gray pussy hair and the fresh pink insides of her vulva wet and filling full of blood. "I want you." I could feel myself turning red from head to foot. "Good, because I want you as much as you want me, dear, a woman can feel so lonely and unwanted after her husband passes." My grandfather had been.