What surprised me was that within a week of my wife passing away, Holly, my daughter’s bestie, wore more provocative clothing, even walking around i... her underwear. Now, it’s not that I'm a prude or anything, but a seventeen-year-old girl walking around in her undies would be hard for anyone.I loved my wife dearly and she was in the hospital for nearly a year before she passed away. I was always faithful, even though I got permission from my wife to mess about if I wanted to. On her deathbed,. As soon as the door latched shut, I heard Conrad walk by, smacking me on the ass as he passed. I turned around, dumbfounded by how friendly he was acting. He stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee. He was undressing me with his eyes. I knew that look. He wanted me. It was the first time in two months he had looked at me like that. My heart raced and clumsily walked towards him, feeling the wetness growing in my underwear. “What time do you have to be at work. She could not do anything. She was peeping and prying outside rereatedly.I turned on the TV and asked her to watch.When rain started to diminish I would drop her off.She seemed to be happy about it.She started to watch TV leaning her back to the wall. I asked her to sit and watch. I was watching premium channels where a lot of hot scenes were played. She evetually sat on the carpet few ft away from my couch. I asked her whether she knew how to make tea or coffee. I get her to my kitchen and. You weren't k**ding when you said you were anally erotic," Monica enthusiastically agreed."It was a dream come true for me," I told her. "Thank you so much." Don't worry babe, were just getting started in this area, " she reassured me, gesturing with her fingers as if she was fucking me, "Just getting started. Leave this to me." This was going better than I could have imagined, and Monica was a full participant too. I felt like I was one of the luckiest men in the world to have a sexy and.