She seems in shock, stunned by the fact that he had passed away so quickly. She switched her gaze between her dead husband, and Ken Shamrock every so ...ften. Near the dead man was a small hand-held sign in support of Ken Shamrock- this couple was one of many who had seen the American martial artist fight in Japan.Suddenly, the buff male groped her right breast, through the thin white shirt she wore, which produced a shocked moan and gasp, but no physical resistance from the woman. Emboldened, he. She was taken aback by his bold request and stood where she was, not moving. "Do it!" He said more forcefully this time. Shaking, she approached his desk and leaned herself over with her ass sticking out."Lift your skirt up and don't make me ask you again," he said. She obeyed. "Good girl," he said as he approached her from behind ripping her stockings and underwear off. "What are you doing?" Quiet. Talk again, and this will be worse for you." She wished she could see what else he was. I could see a trace of moisture on her lips and hair, and I knew from my lesson what that meant.She lay back with her arms folded under her head to act as a pillow and her legs were slightly open, so I had no trouble seeing the full display of her charms in the dim moonlight leaking into the tent. I was still locked in place, so she said, "Husband, am I going to have to help you undress? I certainly don't mind, if that is what you want."Still unable to speak, I nodded my head, and she rolled. But as she'd tiptoed through the darkness, darker thoughts raced through her mind. All that day, she'd berated herself for those thoughts, but Abigail just couldn't resist any longer. She'd found her son asleep, wearing a tee shirt and boxers, breathing softly, on his stomach, and looking perfectly adorable. With her heart in her throat, she'd closed the distance to his bed and stopped as her stomach knotted with pure terror. She'd told herself that it wasn't too late. She had yet to do.