The day was warm as I languished outside in the back garden, having a well-deserved rest after finishing my days' work. I worked even harder now I was on my own, but one thing I knew for certain, was that I needed a man, a man who would treat me like my husband had done, for all the years we had been married. I missed the closeness, the intimacy, the way held me with his large hands. Ohhh, to feel his open hands caressing my skin, making me shudder at his touch. He made me feel so very safe and so secure and loved. Telling me he would always cover me in blue to protect me.
As my open hands caressed my body, my mind wandered, thinking they were my husband's hands, my nipples beginning to harden, my Lou-lou began to get warm and wet. Thinking I would put my pumps on and pump more milk. Malcolm always loved suckling me when I was full of milk, giving us both a terrific orgasm. Oh, how I miss him still. I got my pumps out placing them on both nipples, setting the suction to medium. Stripping off I leant back on the sofa, I placed my feet on the edge letting my legs fall wide. I could feel the sensations travelling from my tits to my Lou-lou, I have always called my cunt, my lou-lou. I started to rub my now swelling bud. Ahhhh, the feeling shooting through me, 'yes, yesss,' pinching my bud hard making myself cum. Pushing my fingers in my lou-lou, I pulled them out dripping, as I licked my fingers clean. Giving myself a good shake, I got up and went to put the kettle on, once my legs had stopped shaking. I needed a coffee, with a teaspoon of Baileys Irish cream. As I waited for the kettle to boil, I switched on the TV, for background noise, so the house wouldn't sound so empty and silent.
