In my mind I questioned exactly what I did since he did all the work, but I said nothing. Bill helped me clean off my face and then helped me stand up... He put the robe on me and then escorted me to the bathroom and the waiting whirlpool tub. Bill continued to hold my hand as I settled into the tub. He then lit a candle and turned off the light promising to collect me in a little while. Basking in the glow of the best orgasm of my life, my pussy continued to pulse and I was definitely glad I. I barely made it over the first cushion before my legs gave out underneath me. I closed my eyes as a dull ache started to throb in my head. Unfortunately, my world wasn't quiet enough for sleep.The couple that lived in the apartment above me were apparently fighting again. I couldn't make out the words, it was just loud noises at this point. Cars driving by would honk their horns, sending my headache to another level of pain. A brief moment of silence was interrupted by a sudden strike of. She grabbed her late husband’s BMW keys again and drove to a department store and bought various sets and types of some sexy lingerie. She also purchased various pairs of hosiery, and then some sexy looking pairs of high heeled shoes.Finished and satisfied with the variety of what she just bought, she then drove to a used car dealership. The idea was to trade in her husband’s BMW, which she did for an old beat-up Toyota. The salesman was incredulous when she made the offer for the trade, but. "No! No, but she runs around naked after a shower. Your cunt is as bare and smooth as hers." How about the rest of me? Do I really look like her?"Bill grinned while he ran a hand over the swell of one hip and squeezed one tit, making the nipple ache and turn hard in his hand. He shook his head."No, she isn't developed like you, Rita." He put his hands over both tits and squeezed them. "You have the nicest tits, better than any of the girls I've ever seen." They're too little." They are not!.