That was more than enough lighting to see her marvelous body.I stretched my left hand on the sofa and made here lean over my left shoulder, removed he... hair bands and her long hairs now started covering her shoulders. I was only looking into her eyes and I was sure she will not stop me further. I tried to touch her white thighs which were appearing quite soft n smooth, when I placed my hand on her right thigh, she hold my hand to move further. I took her hand and started kissing her. “A woman doesn’t have to have a man to make her feel like a woman.”“This one does,” said Rhonda, not embarrassed at all. “At least for now,” she added.“What does he do?“ asked Janet, her curiosity bubbling over.One of the changes in Rhonda came out then. She looked at her friend and, in a way completely uncharacteristic for Rhonda Wilson, and in a voice that was full of passion, said: “You mind your Ps and Qs, girlfriend, and I might hire him to show you.”Janet blinked. She had admitted to. And she had money, too. She didn’t even leave a will?’ ‘No, she didn’t leave a will. She didn’t like talking about death, so the subject of a will never came up, Stephanie. After her funeral, everybody, including your greedy Aunt Mabel, ran over to her house like a bat out of hell and took everything that was worth anything out of the house. By the time I got there, the only thing that was left besides the wallpaper and the toilet seat was the glass jar sitting on the shelf in the kitchen. So. You could say I have a bit of a predicament. I'm happily married, well sort of, well I'm married anyway and before all this started I thought I was happy. I love my kids and surprisingly, given all you are about to read, I do still love my husband Geoff but after these events, that has changed. We are fortunate enough to have a comfortable, middle-class life. We certainly aren't wealthy, only one car, no swimming pool and an average three bedroom home on a standard suburban block. We are.