I ordered a coffee and take a seat outside, lowering myself onto anass that feels like it's had a couple of cushions stuffed inside. Ismooth my floral...print dress out on my lap and try to ignore thenauseating void between my legs as I cross them. Looking up into thereflection of the coffee shop window. Mrs. Harris wasn't bad lookingfor her age. A little bit plump, but that was a expected for a womanwho had raised two kids, both of whom were now thankfully grown up.My long blonde hair was. Your nipples appear aroused by my discomfort. Without warning, you guide my face to your satin bra. Your fingers begin milking again. Taking advantage of my distraction, you continue to whisper your plans for me. Each word, my body reacts as I fall more deeply into your web of enjoyment. LivPressing my chest against your lips, I continue stroking you. Our bodies writhe in the dark corner. I release a small moan into your ear, my breathing heavier. I begin to buck against you, a small pulsing. "Keep your hands on the table," I whispered, "for just a little bit longer."She was nice and wet now, her breathing irregular and her legs trembling. "You can turn around now," I whispered as I stepped back from her after running my finger once more along her.She looked at me again, as I slowly put my wet middle finger into my mouth to taste her for the first time-licking it and sucking on it, all the while looking into her eyes. She bit her lips nervously again. Her eyes sent a message of a. Often my wife accompanied me on my trips to see Anne but would often get bored very quickly as we droned on about things that were above her head and so in recent months I had gone alone.Christmas 2009 came and we had not met up for a few weeks because of the festivities etc and also the snow which had covered the North of England for so long. In the run up to Christmas the covering of snow had seemed quite pleasant and set the scene for the time of year but once January arrived it was.