Leon asked. "Your car is fixed, I think... and if I can have the keys, I'll see whether it starts now." Oh, that's fine!" Annabelle gushed. "Just step...in, and I'll see if I can find them!" She threw open the door.Leon gasped and hesitated a moment, but he wasn't able to resist staring at her as she stepped back to let him enter. She was wearing a frilly dressing robe that he could almost look right through, and the way it gapped open at the top, he got a good look at her full white breasts. I remember having to wash my own panties because he'd steal them from the dirty clothes hamper if I left them for Mom.He wasn't much of a fighter either. I mean, we lived with Dad. Dad was maybe five two, and had the red hair of your typical Irishman. He loved to play up his heritage and that seemed to come with a quick temper. Father loved to brawl. It was never personal and I don't think he really tried to hurt anyone, but it seemed like he came home with bruises once a month. Mom just shook. LeTosha was more developed than many of the other girls her own own. She had an amazing set of tits that were the source of a lot of trouble for her wheneever she came to school wearing shirts that exposed too much flesh. "They're just angry cos they can't fuck me, that's all,' she told me. This particular day she wore a skirt which could be quickly pushed up and back down if need with a front fastening bra to make access to those magnificent tits all the more easier. I like aggressive. Lubricating the end of his cock; he crawled between my dead wife's thighs and slid his prick into her luscious vagina that as far as I know, had never been fucked by anyone but me. I watched initially in shock as he lifted his portly torso and began screwing the love of my life. But I realized there was nothing I could do about it. It was then that I sensed Anita's spirit floating a few feet above her corpse. Slowly I could see the outline of her face and could make out that she was looking at.