"Jim," she moaned as she felt his fingers sliding into her. Mary was practically always ready for him. Before being with him, she had never had sex that was as raw and as passionate as theirs was. Truly she loved her late husband, but Jim had showed her a completely different type of love. He knew the perfect way to make her body sing for him.

Her hand continued to work up and down his cock until she felt that he was fully hard. It stood on end when she released him.