Sherry lost her husband almost four years ago and still hasn’t gotten out of her mourning stage.
Her daughter constantly urges her to get back into the dating world.
Finally, Sherry says she’ll go out, but doesn’t know anyone.
Her daughter immediately replies, “Mama! I have someone for you to meet.”
Well, it’s an immediate hit.
They really like one another and after dating for six weeks, he asks her to join him for a weekend in the mountains.
Their first night there, she undresses as he does.
There she stands unclothed except for a pair of black lacy underclothes, he in his birthday suit.
Looking at her he asks, “Why the black underclothes?”
She replies, “My melons you can fondle, my body is yours to explore, but down there I am still in mourning.”
Obviously, he knows he’s not getting lucky that night.
The following night the same scenario.
She’s standing there with the black underclothes on, and he is in his birthday suit…except… that he has a black protective over his manhood.
She looks at him and asks, “What’s with the…uh…black protective?”
He replies, “I want to offer my deepest condolences.”