'"Am I making your ass feel good now, Melinda?" Yes, soothe it nice and slow for me," I mumbled, peeking at him.He saw the tears and pulled me up with...him. He felt me up and kissed me a few times too. Neither of us spoke, but we felt the chemistry perfectly. I could only guess he certainly saw me differently than when I was attacking him.We both put down our guards entirely and just enjoyed one another without any implications. He fondled those tits and let his dick as far as he could into my. He’d been teased by some of the crew, but mostly they’d seen just how happy he was, and grinned, leaving him to it. Of course, the sight of Marianne waiting for him at the station didn’t hurt. He thought she was amazingly pretty, and when she saw Simon her face would light up with a huge, bright smile. There was, of course, some undercurrent of jealousy, but these were people who liked Simon, and they couldn’t help but react positively to Marianne. Simon’s mother, Jackie, was another who was. "Well if I set my mind to it," I smiled at my hostess, "there's not a lot I can't do." Oh," she said her eyes wide."If I wanted to," I said pushing home my advantage, "I could have my wicked way with you and there is nothing you could do to stop me. I could make you flaunt your naked body in public, just like my assistant did last night." Oh no," she gasped. I knew this was her Achilles heel from her previous comments. "You couldn't, could you." Sure, nothing could be easier," I smile at her. At his side. He froze, terrified. He turned his face and saw a girl. A peasant.She was about 20 years old. She was stuck with amazement and fear. A naked man, middle aged, completely naked right in the meadow where she loved to walk and lie. Where, like George, she loved to lie down and see the clouds. She wanted to escape. She had to escape. Indeed, she had to scream and flee, to run home and report that a depraved mature nude man with no shame was sat naked in the meadow. That pig with his.