Chapter #5Grace by: ruben   The stranger Catherine helped was the same old lady who gave Grace the underpants.
"I sense you are longing for a child," said the old lady, looking up at Grace.
"Huh? How did you know?" asked Catherine, shocked by the old lady's comment.
"Oooo, you don't get to my age and not notice something like that, dear"
"Well, yes, I'd love children, but I am too old"
The old lady looked up the street and pointed to a house far off, "The widow who lives in that house, you know her?"
"Yes, I have spoken to her a couple of times, the poor lady," answered Catherine.
"Well keep an eye out, as opportunity might be coming for you," said the old lady.
"What do you mean?"
"You'll see," said the old lady, as she shuffled off.
Meanwhile, Grace had just got home from seeing the old lady and doing some shopping. Since getting the panties from the old lady, a feeling of optimism had come over her, for the first time since the tragic car accident. She went about and opened all the blinds around her house and opened some of the windows. She put her shopping away and went to her bedroom to check out the panties. She noticed how low cut they were, totally different to the other panties she own. They also gave her a tingling sensation, and a want to put them on straight away.
Grace is a good looking woman for her age, she looked almost 10 years younger than her 52 years. She has nice long legs, nice butt and nice round B cup breasts. Her red hair was long, almost halfway down her back. Her face is winkle free. Since the tragic crash, even though she retreated from social circles and communication with many people, she made sure she didn't do anything stupid or damaging, like become alcoholic, start using drugs or putting on a huge amount of weight. She pulled off her skirt and panties and put on the pair she got from the old lady. She walked over to her mirror and checked them out. They hugged her butt very nicely, showing off the curve of her butt, but didn't make it look too big. She loved the way they felt, so soft and almost like they were not there.
She continued to wear them during the day, and fell asleep wearing them, forgetting she had them on.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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