My fingers tingle. As soon as my hands are secured, you leave them and bring your hands down to my panties. They’re sheer and tiny, barely covering ...y quivering, wet pussy. You rub my clit through the fabric with your thumb and grin as I squirm. ”You like that, whore? Tell me you like me touching your dirty cunt.” I repeat your words quietly, under my breath. “I- I like it when you touch me, Sir.”You roll me over onto my stomach and squeeze the mounds of my ass, your nails sinking into my. Why?” “Because your admirers are following us. No, don’t turn around.” Jay was about to then stopped. She looked at me, winked then started to rummage around her shoulder bag, looking for something. She found her lip-balm and applied some and as she went to put the lid back on, she let if fall to the floor. She bent over forward to pick it up and stayed like that as she put the lid on and placed it back in her bag. The couple were a few feet behind us and they too stopped, again staring down.. Come here.” I was reclined in the lounger, so she swung her leg over me and lowered herself. She sat on my lap, sort of, with part of me slowly working its way up into her. She wiggled her hips, getting me in all the way, then hunched herself back and forth, pushing her clit against my pelvic bone and making both of us aroused and getting closer to climax. She couldn’t wait.“Oh, Chuck. Push! Up! Up! Fuck! Yes! I missed you. I missed this. In me, Chuck, come in me, NOW!!!!” She let out a grunt,. I crossed my legs the other way and pushed it down, sausage long and wurst thick."Saturday," she said, "Sheila and I shall toss a coin or, perhaps, you can do us both." Agreed," I said, standing and ignoring my aching bulge. "I shall do my very best, ma'am, you can be sure of that." Well, I should hope so," said my smiling widow, glancing at my groin. "This poor girl has been married to a man more than three times her age, and he's been dead and buried for six weeks. This, today, was the first.