It was something about this dark-haired, olive skinned, 42 year old woman that drove me crazy. I don't know if it was her beauty, or the fact that she...was "family" but the since she wasn't blood-related, it wasn't too weird. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ As a teen, at around 16 years old, I spend most summer days over at her house. At the time she only had one son who was no older than 3 years old. I would go over to babysit that summer for a little extra money. My aunt was a nurse so she was typically gone from. Miranda lifted her long dark hair off of her neck to try and catch a breeze to cool her sweat soaked skin. Most days she hated the dresses they were made to wear, but on days like this, she was glad for the light cotton and how breathable it was. The sleeveless knee-length dress clung to her tan body, and outlined her generous curves almost scandalously. She was leaning back against the trunk of the tree, gazing at the sky, when she heard a very unwelcome voice down below her. ‘Miranda!’ Her. "The traitor bitch needs more beating I think leered the Sheriff. Dropping his breeches he mounted her on the hurdle. Bracing his knees into her hollow armpits he grasped her ankles, making her scream and arch her back in pain so making it even easier to penetrate her, he enthusiastically raped her for King and Country for a long ten minutes before rolling off her panting in ecstasy. The Magistrate dutifully followed his example before beckoning over the Constable. The Constable's stout knees. ” She says her voice dropping as she leans forward on the counter moving herself closer towards me with.When Elise leans forward a lot of thoughts rush through my mind ranging from ‘she looks so pretty with her long wavy brown hair and green eyes’ to ‘I wish her T shirt was cut lower’ to ‘I can’t do anything because she is my best friends widow’. I watch almost mesmerised as she slowly licks her lips without breaking eye contact with me as her eyes become hooded and seductive making me think.