." he looked in my eyes and smiled with a weird meaning that scared the hell out of me. "Either he is trying to scare me as part of the game, either I...m in big trouble!...Fuck!" I thought but he cutted me off by kissing my lips as he was holding my hand in his. He was such a poser. As he was doing this, I heard a small click and soon I realised it was the sound of some small cuffs. The bastard got my hand tied to his. "Now you're all mine, and there is nothing you can do. Act normal." he. There was a time when your husband died and your life was over. The only thing you were good for was cooking, cleaning and watching the grandchildren when they arrived. Maria Theresa was forty-two years old the year Nick died. He pushed a young man out of the way of a falling pallet of boxes on the loading dock, and it hit him instead. He was an instant hero and she was alone. Maria Theresa’s problem was she didn’t feel old. Didn’t think she was a used up old widow good only for babysitting. I'm the same but opposite if you know what I mean."When I read this I relaxed a bit as she was hardly liable to report me to her parents after telling me this and I was a lot happier when I read on,"I think we should write to each other and we can each confide our secrets knowing that we are completely safe. I have opened a secret email address and will keep it just for you and it's at the bottom of your secret address page. I think you should get one as well and send it to me when you've. We stayed like that for what must have been fifteen minutes, her splayed across my kitchen counter, humping her pussy against my have and grinding against the finger in her ass. Finally she had enough and she weekly pushed my head away, my finger coming out with a small pop as her asshole closed behind it. She was semi coherent, but she begged me to let her eat me. I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder, caressing and grabbing her ass as I carried her into my bedroom. I lay her down on.