Nora was a 42 year old widow who had never traveled beyond Missouri. Her husband was a successful business man who owned several large factories and n...ver took a vacation. When he died of a massive heart attack at 45 he left her with a 21 year old daughter who was a junior in college and lots of property and wealth. Robert died in January of 1932 and by late May, when her daughter came home from college, Nora was ready to stop mourning and get on with her life.The factories were managed by. Bad girl, she must have taken them off in the middle of the night. Her pussy was smooth and milky white with just a trace of blond peach fuzz growing on her mound. I could see her pink lips protruding from between her mounds. I ran my hand gently over her pussy. It was so hot and smooth my passion began to grow and in a second my cock was rock hard under my shorts. She had well shaped legs and her feet were so white and smooth. She had the same mild foot fetish as me and was finicky about. He carried the bowls right in front of his pelvis, keeping his cock in place. He first placed the bowl of dry cereal on the table. "Where's the milk?" "I have it, dear." He then raised the bowl of strawberries onto the table, beside the cereal. He took the peel off his cock, revealing it. "Would this milk be okay with you?" "Uh-uhm... uh..." "Well? I'm waiting." "What are you doing, Dad?" "Oh, Nicole. My sweet, beautiful Nicole," he said, caressing her cheek. He continued, "I know that you like. When I jokingly retorted who the lucky man was, he went ballistic. He demanded to know how I knew he was gay! I almost fell off the kitchen stool... I had no idea he was gay. It did, however, explain pitiful sex life over our fifteen year marriage.Thank god I married a man with a conscious... and didn't want his sex life drug thru the courts. He actually thought I would be so traumatized by his leaving me for a man, he was willing to forfeit almost everything just to satisfy me.I wasn't born.