" What did he do to you, Cheryl?" I asked again."HE RAPED ME!"The words escaped her mouth as if a dam had burst. Cheryl collapsed in on herself with s...ul-dying sobs. I sat frozen staring at her while she cried for fifteen minutes as if it were the first time she had cried over what happened to her.I sat empty of thought; nothing had prepared me for Cheryl's release."What happened?" I asked when Cheryl recovered.I did not know what to think, during or after.I turned towards the stairs slowly. My. As they sipped the wine he kept kissing her. His kisses got deep and his tongue raided her mouth. He also kissed her neck and the front of her chest as low as her top would allow. As he kissed her he ran his hands down her back and felt her ass and gave it a squeeze. He then ran his hand over her stomach and she began to heat up. He was so sexy and so good looking. He pulled her across his lap and began to rub her legs switching between her legs and her stomach. It was not long before his hands. Her hands stroked me in a controlled deep fashion, just enough to keep my hard. My hands roamed and discovered nothing but a sun dress kept her from me.She pushed me to sit on a hay bale nearby and straddled me."Ouch, I thought hay was supposed to be soft!" she said as her tender calves met the alfalfa stems, scratching them slightly.She stopped for only a second to hike her dress up and impale herself on my shaft. How could she be so wet and tight. We aren't 20 anymore. It took a few bounces. She lost her grip on her top, and her arm darted for it, as if it had its own mind."Shhhhhh," he said into her ear. "I won't hurt you."Suddenly his hands were gone from her breasts. She almost cried out at the feeling of loss, but his hands went to her waist and gripped her, to turn her around. She felt her wet skin slid through his hands, and then they were firmly on her waist again, lifting, until her breasts came clear of the water, where he could see them."Beautiful," he sighed.She felt.