Later I came to know that the widower had come to know my history. His first wife was very cold and he never got satisfaction. So this time he wanted ... hot girl! He did not know that I was burning hot for him!On the day of my marriage, my friends came and pleaded with mom that from now on they won’t get me so I should be allowed a last, farewell fuck. Once again, on the day of my marriage, I had to entertain more than a dozen men, but this time it wasn’t really a gangbang. They kept coming one. I watched as she attempted to deep throat him, but she didn’t quite manage it before he shot his load deep into her open mouth. She worked her way up his body, kissing him and then suddenly, the window blinds in the window, closed. The show was over. Just like that. I dug through my drawer and took out my toy. Within a few minutes, I had found unspeakable joy as I contemplated what I had just seen. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. Over the new few weeks, I watched Greg and his. "Tim, what are you doing here, couldn't you have knocked?" Grandma Walker snapped at him, but he could see he had embarrassed her."I'll wait in the kitchen while you make yourself decent," Tim answered, turned and walked back to the kitchen smiling to himself as he did. He moved the kettle on to the Aga ring ready to make a coffee and sat and waited.The woman who had been with Grandma left by the front door and Grandma came through into the kitchen. The look on her face was enough to lift Tim's. " Yes, mother. I just don't want to wear girl's clothes." Foolish boy, of course you do. And if you don't, you will be just thatmuch more humiliated."Now, since you ruined all your sister's bras, I am going to have toloan you one of mine. Won't that be nice for a humiliation? A 16 yearold boy wearing his mother's bra. Again, it will do for today. Tomorrowwe will get just the right fit for you."She picked up a bra from the pile and held it up by the straps in frontof my face and allowed me to.