" It doesn't matter why. You think she'd tell you the truth, Kenny? She'll just try to tell you some story so you'll feel sorry for her." Gerta, I hav... to go talk to her. I've wanted to do that for so long. I don't expect her to volunteer the truth, but, maybe, I can talk to her enough so that I can start to understand the kind of person she is. Yesterday, she didn't say anything. Her mother did all the talking. She tried to keep us from seeing my mother." SHE'S NOT YOUR MOTHER, KENNY, I AM!" I. I went to many shops till he had lunch and shopped whatever I liked and then he came and told me It was time to go. He was happy to see me happy and to be honest I liked this type of life very much. I stared behaving like his wife. Not to mention he was a widower himself. I showed him what all I bought to which he reacted taking interest which my Husband never did. Though he was old but to be honest I had fallen for him and his money.During the way he kept smooching me and fondling me and his. Well it all started when i decided to stay at her house for the week her husband went out of town because she was scared to be in her new home alone. My first day their she stayed upstairs most of the day so i figured i could rub one out real quick so of course i pulled up my laptop and jacked off for a good 20 minutes till i heard her walking down the stairs so i quickly pulled my pants up and she said "hey what are you doing?" i responded with "oh nothing watching some videos" she smiled and. She wrapped the black, satiny corset around her body, lacing it as tight as she could. Standing in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, she couldn’t help but stare at herself, transfixed. The corset moulded itself to her curves, accentuating them. Her tits were free and proud above it, before it narrowed down in sleek lines to her now dramatically small waist, then flowing out over the sensuous curves of her hips. Her smooth shaven mound and cunt were framed by the straps of the.