"Oh, I'm really sorry," I said, moving closer and putting my hand on Sandra's shoulder.
She melted into my touch and her breathing quickened, her body responding to the warmth and strength of my hand despite the sadness in her eyes.
"I just live here with my grandson. He moved here to study, far from home, so I came with him to take care of him. He's at college right now," Sandra said, her voice soft as she opened up a little.
"When did your husband…?" I asked gently.
"I was just 30 years old when he…" Sandra couldn't speak anymore, her voice breaking as old emotions surfaced.
The mature woman stood there, vulnerable and emotional, yet still clearly affected by my naked presence. Her hand remained on the doorframe as rain continued to fall lightly around us. I kept my hand on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her soft skin through her damp shirt, my thick cock still hanging heavily between my legs as I comforted her.
