On the first anniversary of my husband's death, a man I used to date appeared. He came to collect money he had lent my husband… It was an unexpected story, but apparently just before he died, my husband had made some kind of agreement with this man. Lifting up my mourning skirt as he directed, he smelled over my panties and fiddled with sensitive spots. 'Take off your panties!' He thrust his cock into me from behind. As I was fucked deep inside, 'Ah~ No more!'. Two episodes included.
