At just that moment I think I hear my mother loudly say, "Connie we're home."I have not yet recovered and am unable to answer.Before I know it, she is...standing in the bathroom. I freeze and the water cascades down, washing away the soap. The steam has fogged up the glass to the point that we cannot see each other."Connie, I came in because I want you to know we are home. Did you not hear me the first time?"Catching my breath, I reply, "Oh, hi mom. I thought I did, but was not sure. I will be. He held the blouse up with one hand and the other reached down quickly pushing her panties down around her knees before sliding up again the rubbing the slippery lips of her anxious pussy. Finding her so wet already her pressed her down. Rachel awkwardly got to her knees and began to free his manhood from the expensive wool slacks. She gobbled him hungrily as he was freed. Rachel began to eagerly worship the first cock she had touched since she had married ten years prior. She slid him deep. After we ate, we took brandy into the living room where I was stripped by two very interested men who proceeded to pleasure me top to bottom. I had a can of whipped cream that decorated their dessert though it did leave some stains on the sofa that I had to sponge off the next day.Now, when I say that I'm a widow, yes, my husband did pass away. And, I'm forty-five. But, I'm trim, still have a waistline, a pretty flat stomach, and breasts that look pretty good. The truth is, Charlie wanted me to. Helen, who had fairly bested Candy in every way imaginable, was a social loser. As early as grade ten, Candy had found ways to drop hints or leave damning evidence behind to imply that her 'best bud', Helen had some kind of STD. It started with a faked medical report found in the girls' locker room that seemed to explain why Helen had missed three weeks of school. In fact, Helen had spent those three weeks at a Minor Mensa Retreat, but the bogus medial report showed her to have been in a Herpes.