’ Her aged husband had been the source of her wealth and he had, as she predicted at Burns Night, dropped off his perch in the February. This left D...bra a widow, wealthy, with a huge estate and not by any means an unmerry one at that. At the funeral she had said to me, ‘The old bugger went to eternity with a smile. I saw to that. Black suits you, darling. If Vicky will let you stay after the wake I’ll fuck you if you like. No point in hanging around weeping. Last thing he’d have wanted or. Wah puri tarah se garam ho chhuki thi maine unke nighty ko khol diya ab wah black colour ki bra & panty me thi unhone mujhe kapde kholne ko kaha aur mere lund ko sahlne laga main e unki bra aur panty bhi utar di unke chuchi bade bade aur tight the aur unki chut kale balo se se dhake the maine jab apna ungli unke boor me dala to wah bilkul garam aur tigh the tabhi unhone kaha ki dhire se chodna pichle 2 saal se nahi chudi hu, maine dhire se apna lund unke boor ke samana laya to unhone kaha is. “I mean, I don’t.” “Don’t do what?” Okay, I’m not that stupid, I just didn’t want to seem presumptuous. “I don’t… I’ve never taken a strange man home with me for sex.” There. She said it. She said it out loud. “It’s okay.” I took a step closer. “We don’t have to do anything. I’ll leave right now if you don’t want me here.” “No, stay. I started this. I think I did.” She turned slightly away, I don’t think she wanted to look me in the eye. “Just tell me something, okay?” “Sure.” “How do you turn. Andrew was the one who moved back to bed first. He took my wife by the legs and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. Leaving her hips resting right at the edge. Andrew lifted my wife's legs upward displaying her swollen messy pussy. As he pushed her legs back toward her chest, her hips raised, showing her tight little ass hole. Andrew gave her a few licks from the anus to the clitoris, making my wife moan and move her hips. After his fourth lick, he stood and pushed his stubby fat cock fully.