It’s been so many years that I’ve touched a cock.”“Not yet. I want you to take me to your bedroom. I want to kiss your pussy. I want to mak... you come.”Abby stood up and took my hand. She walked into her bedroom. I helped her to get comfortable on her bed. I knelt on the floor and pulled her close to my face. She had a full bush which I found to be hot. Most younger women kept their cunts shaved. I wanted to feel her pussy hair on my tongue and run my nose through it.Her pussy smelled. She was wearing a loose T-shirt, and covered with a big blanket fromthe waist down."Jeffrey!" she said, "come here and give me a hug."I did. From the waist up, she looked a lot more human than Dad. But whenI leaned over and hugged her I couldn't help feeling how flat her chestwas, and remembering the centaurs I'd seen on CNN, and thinking about whatshe looked like under the blanket. I stood up and looked at her again.She still looked like herself, her face was hardly changed, but she was. It was, after all, only king size. It was harder finding the bed linen to go with it, although the shop I got it from could supply it, they wanted an arm and a leg for it.’ John said, ‘I like the extra room even though we seem to be bunched up to one side at the moment,’ and he checked the bottom for room around his feet and smiled as he added, ‘I can see even Paula could fit with inches to spare. I think this will make sleeping more comfortable having a little more space to stretch. The. !!! It was.. :) Just a formal reply saying,”HI.. I am Nirmal() May I know you.?”I instantly replied “I am Kruthi.” After an hour I got another reply “So, Where are you from?” Since I knew that he is from Bangalore, I thought not to disclose my place and replayed that I am from Kochi. Chat continued and I never believed that he is real.Since I did not revealed my details to him I thought to share about my problems. I said all my sorrow to him about the death of my hubby and all. He patiently.