"I don't know. She's a great fuck, but she is just a little bit too wild. Sooner or later Brian is going to catch on and I don't necessarily want to g... down when she does."(Short laugh) "But going down is one of the things that she does best."(More laughter) "Why did you stop fucking her?" She cut me off. I went over there one afternoon and she had two scruffy looking biker types and she was doing both of them. She told me to hurry up and get undressed, but I was reluctant to have anything to. The shop was small and was selling nothing but necklaces. On every shelf Sara looked at there were various necklaces and nothing else."Welcome." A woman greeted her - apparently the shopkeeper. Sara's face turned bright red as she took a look at her. The woman was wearing a see-through dress showing off her impressive bust and her lack of underwear - no bra, no panties, nothing."Do you like what you see?" The woman asked her and Sara realized that she had been staring at the woman's breasts.. It was beating fast and she knew she was the culprit. Closing her eyes, she undressed him beneath the tree and let the fantasy enter her mind. She could hear the murmur of his voice resounding in his chest, but she had stopped listening. In her mind, they were in another time and another place. “I want you,” he whispered in her ear, as she slowly slid his shirt over his head. She smiled at him, not saying a word but continued to undress him in the grassy field. The soft moon. Oh God did I ever cum!I wiped up the mess I had made and then lay back on my bed thinking. Had Mrs. Wilson planned on getting me alone? She had asked me to stay behind on two occasions, long enough that all the other kids had cleared out of the building. The first time she asked me to wash her back and the second time when she fell. Was all this just a coincidence? Then I came to my senses. Why would a woman older than my mother be doing this on purpose? I mean it wasn't like I was some sort of.