what can I say but, it's true
When I was 18 I worked for a very beautiful widow who was about 30 years old. her husband was a pilot who died in a very dramatic plane crash. I did gardening, cutting weeding and such the like. We were next door neighbors so I would just scoot throught the gate in my white shorts, t-shirt and runners, no socks no undies. I am now and was then over sexed 'I guess?' as well as very innovative. It came to me practising in front of a mirror at home on my knees, as though I was weeding so I could reveal my boys in displays of reaching for this and that. When we had tea and cookies together I again would sit in revealing positions in my short shorts as they were then.
We got to know each other quite well and long story short, her husbands demise and my parents both working, it was an easy progression. Our talk and the things young men do came up a few times. Tastefully done and in a well timed way, she was in a few weeks touching my already exposed 5' cock and stroking me to lovely ejaculation, some times twice even three times a day! it was so great, I loved the fabulous attention. She eventually showed me a sweet little penis vibrator which she advised me how to use! it was unbeliveable! Four times that summer she relished totally in my milk, and then said we should stay with her pleasing me with her hands. That was fine, I mean I ain't going to complain! So it went all summer. Working and playing, showering, into the plung pool and into the house for tea and cookies. I do believe I became a surrogate husband without being a threat to his memmory, as I was just a young man and he was a real man. I also seduced a few men at the river swimming hole, but nothing like Mrs Smith. believe it or not!