He then firmly placed it in on top of my clit, and mashed the tender fleshy membrane against the sharp wood. I yelped at first rocking back and forth... moaning. I was in both pain and pleasure as it rattled and vibrated loudly, and went from the soft part of my clit to the hard wood between my thighs! My clit being abused like this had produced a most unusual female noise I had wondered where it was coming from and then realized it was me! As the noise barely escaped from my constricted. When I saw Jeff at the pool with his shirt off or smelled his sweat when he'd been mowing the lawn, hot sexual images of his father invariably tormented me.Jeff Senior and I enjoyed a wonderful sex life, full of passion and unbridled lust right up until the day he died. I naturally missed having my husband's cock when I wanted or needed it, especially when it had been as big as his!I know plenty of women who say that cock size isn't important, and I suppose that's true if you've only known the. I know looking back on it, I could have sucked it up, and worn it anyway. But I was in a bad enough mood to call it quits and change back into my work clothes. I left the office in a huff, and went to the party about 2 hours late. When I arrived it was a lot more crowded than I had expected. There had to be maybe 60 people, all dressed in their best costumes. I couldn't immediately find my wife, so I grabbed a drink, and headed out back to have a smoke. As I stood there in my work clothes,. As we hugged, her scent and touch gave me an instant and almost painful hard-on. We drove to her place as my penis recoiled and sprouted back several times during the trip. By the time we arrived at her rural address, I had commanded my appendage enough for it to stay and remain soft. I didn’t want Alice to think that I was some out of control pervert or worse yet a psycho. We walked and talked as she showed me her yard and then her house. We shared some chewing gum which made hugs.