1. The Widow Henderson


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Erotica, Mature, Reluctance, Young, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 90.7, Source: sexstories.com

    "I would like that very much, Abby," I replied. Watching, I could tell that something was bothering her, but had no idea what it was. I only hoped that it was not something I may have said or did. Bravely I went to her, got down on one knee and took her free hand into mine, asking what was wrong. Her eyes misted and I could see her lips tremble slightly. "I'm sorry, Bradley," she began. "It's just that today would have been mine and Bill's thirtieth anniversary." My heart broke for her. Up until now I hadn't realized exactly how much I cared for her. She had been there, comforting me with her visits, while all this time I had not thought that she might be suffering also. I reached up and gently stroked her face, trying to think of something to say. A slow romantic ballad began pouring from the radio as we gazed into each other's eyes. Standing, I held out my hand and asked, "Would you dance with me, Abby?" She placed her wine glass on the end table, took my hand and glided effortlessly into my waiting arms. With my arms around her waist and hers encircling my neck we melted into each other. I could smell a hint of jasmine coming off her as I held her with one hand and caressed her back tenderly with the other. It was apparent both of us were out of practice when it came to dancing as we just slowly rotated in a circle. We were not even aware when the first song was followed by another. Her head came down and softly rested on my shoulder as her arms pulled us closer together. ...
    Gently I began to place small kisses on her exposed neck, feeling her body tremble with each one. "You are a remarkable woman, Abby," I whispered in her ear. We remained loosely embraced when the radio announcer started running through his ads. Abby tilted her face up to look me in the eyes and smiled. Without thinking about what I was doing, I brought my lips down to hers and kissed her passionately. The intensity in which she kissed me back took my breath away. Both of her hands held my head, as mine drifted lower until they were filled with the soft roundness of her ass cheeks. Our kiss seemed to go on forever before she gently broke away and staggered back a couple of steps. Her eyes held mine and I could see an almost pleading look in them. Without saying a word she stepped forward, took my hand and led me down the hallway. Her bedroom was large enough for a full sized dresser, an old-fashion vanity with mirror and bench, and against the farthest wall from the door, a queen size bed. I stopped just inside the door and watched her go to the foot of the bed and turn around. She gazed steadily at me as her hands untied the straps of her dress, then one hand lowered the zipper on the side that went from the armhole to her hip. I had not even been aware of it. Slowly the dress slid down her body and lay in a heap at her feet. My jaw dropped open again. With the dress on the floor, she was standing in front of me wearing a sheer black strapless bra that unhooked in the front. ...
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