Can I sleep with you?" Mali said.I have to admit that I was at a loss for female companionship at the time. I was not going to bring a strange woman h...me to bed her while Mali and the girls were living here. Mali's trip to Thailand appears to have gone south, at least for now, and this was my, our, their, new family dynamic. And it just did not feel right to go out and do some dating. If my brother's widow wanted to sleep in my bed who was I to object. Ok I wanted a woman in my bed, even if sex. That night Pam made a great meal for me and we ended up talking til late in the night. This went on for a few weeks.Then one night Pam was doing some laundry in the basement and i came home to see her there in a sexy pair of panties wearing a tee shirt doing the laundry, i think i was just as startled as she was at that point as we both jumped, she quickly coved herself and apologized and went upstares saying she was sorry. I got changed and went upstares and she was making dinner and i told. As I reached the top of the stairs and got to her bedroom door, I stopped. Youre sure about this, sweetheart? I asked with those desperate eyes. I knew she would say yes, but I had to offer her a chance to say no before we went through with it. Yes, daddy. Im sure She had that little sweet smile on her lips. The same smile she used when I thanked her for something. I continued walking. Planting little kisses on her lips every couple steps. I nudged my bedroom door open and entered. . .Abbi was a big woman. At 5ft 7 inches tall (without heels), in her mid 40's, and about 7 or 8 years my junior. Her body wore the ravages of living the high life; weekends spent drinking, smoking and eating she'd clearly let herself go to a certain extent. She wasn't the type of woman I was typically attracted to, she usually came into work caked in make-up, which went well with her peroxide dyed hair. She had a layer or two of excess fat around her waist and hips, a big arse and big fat tits.
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