” She raised her voice. “Mom could you come in here and sit down? I have something to tell you.” When everybody was seated, Don’s plan again, ...he said. “This is Don Grant. We’re engaged.” She uncovered the ring on her hand. The scarf went around her neck where it looked better, if not appropriate to the rest of her clothes.“You’re not pregnant?” Mrs. Bartlett asked. Don took over, as they had agreed.“No she isn’t. That’s the good news. Now for the bad. I’m 47, a widower. I have two sons older. "They killed John for no reason and let that boy, that bastard, have at me for sport." He won't hurt anybody else," I said as I helped her to her feet and handed her the coat of the man she had killed. She struggled into it, covering a fine pair of breasts pushed up by her tightly laced whalebone corset."Now what?" she asked, putting a shaking hand on my arm and taking a deep breath."Where are you staying?" Near New Brunswick, with some people, like poor John, friends of my husband, loyal. I’d recently shaved my pubes off and that seemed to accentuate my size (nearly 7” rock hard) and shape. My smallish ball sack was also more prominent and looked great shaven. Beth sat down on the bench next to the shower with the towel around her waist but top free. Her nipples were now quite hard and her small pinkish areolas really seemed to add to the sexiness of her breasts. We had another half hour or so before closing so headed over to the hot tub which had some open spots by now. We had. " Oh, Mike, thank ya, thank ya, thank ya. Ya can't imagine how much better that makes me feel. Ya kin have my body all ya want fer that kind of he'p." No, no, Abi. You misunderstand. I want nothing in return. I just want to help you, not to take your body."Abi started to cry. "Ya don't want me. Ain't I pretty enough fer ya? Here, look, I got a pussy just like any other girl." I managed to stop her as she started to pull her skirt above her waist."Now, wait a minute, Abi. Let's discuss this like.