She unlocked the door, stepped in and turned around. She had a look in her eye that told me she was unsettled, and she was still shaking. “Please co...e in for a moment, I don't want to be alone. I'll make some coffee.” I agreed, and stepped into her kitchen. She looked at me, and I asked her if she was scared. “No, I was confident I could take care of myself.” “But,” I said, “you are shaking and you look out of sorts.” She stepped closer to me, looked up at me with doe eyes, “You have no idea. I managed to speak to her just before the funeral and, because I'm self-centred and basically horney I wanted to know what she was going to wear for the day and she said she would wear her black mid thigh length business suit, white blouse, black tights and black shiny flat shoes. I had to resist asking about her choice of underwear as it was too soon but I envisaged her wearing contrasting white panties under her tights and a lacy bra too. Delicious lecherous thoughts cascaded around my mind. It was gleaming with her saliva. She pulled the foreskin back gently and held the head gently between her teeth.Now this almost sent me over the edge, but she withdrew in time. I gasped and coughed trying to catch my breath.I looked at her trying to smile and reassure her. She looked worried. When I regained my breath, she said in one of the best humourous statements I have ever heard. “I did not know that blowing into this rod, would do something to your lungs.”We both laughed. “Come on don’t. "How lovely, how perfectly lovely!" exclaimed Auntie Jane. "A vision ofperfect pulchritude, and so ripely displayed."Perhaps they were, but they simply paled before their Goddess.Her rich, thick silver hair flowed past a perfectly made-up face and downa long-sleeved, floor length impeccably detailed 1930s vintage sheer blackpeignoir done up by many tiny satin covered buttons that covered her likea second skin. Regal would have been a gross understatement. Sexy simplefailed utterly to describe.