Jeremy Cashmore had treated herbadly and left her poor and she was glad to see him gone. She didn'tknow how she was going to survive but survive she ...ould. She was ahousewife who had no skills whatsoever but she decided then and therethat she would no longer live her life doing menial work for men; shewould be her own woman."How can you dress like a slut at your own husband's funeral!" hermother hissed as they walked back to the little church.Delores' mother was a little harridan of a woman. " I admitted."Very nice. And you like that?"It was true."Yes. Yes I do." Have you sniffed everyone's?" Uh, not yet," I replied."Oh? Whose then?" Ah, ju, just yours. And your mom's." Really? Saved your mother's for last did you?"Fuck! How could she know me so well?"N, n, no!" I protested. "It ju, just worked out that way," I lied. Icouldn't admit that I'd purposefully saved my mother's panties forlast." It's okay," Grace said sweetly. "My feelings aren't hurt. After all,you'll always. I let her take off my uniform – I found later that nearly all of the women particularly enjoyed that part – and stood before her in bra, panties and stockings. She looked admiringly at my new pair of sexy panties and said how nice they were, and I blushed and mumbled something about them being a present. She removed my underwear and took me over to the bed, and positioned me on my back. For a few moments she ran her hands over my body, constantly returning to my breasts and vagina. Then she. I figured if David proceeded with Denise's project, it would have a negative affect on his search for a wife. Grab the salad from the refrigerator. I'll bring the potatoes."They moved into the dining room with the food. "Then you came along," Carol added with a wide smile. "David cared enough for you to tell you about his flights, which sent you into a tailspin - a normal reaction, I might add. Would you light the candles? There's a candle lighter in that drawer. Yes, that one." When the.